Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Decomposition.

It's very dry in the outdoors. Not good for Compost. Mind you there's more to Compost than Compost. There's a whole thing with turning it regularly, and cooing at it, and moaning a little about sticks. All the same at least with Compost you can turn it and wonder at the world without necessarily becoming apoplectic.

Nor will I pretend that I spent the morning turning Compost in the traditional sense of Compost, but nonetheless I have been turning that variety of Compost that does produce apoplexy. Best way to sum it up politely I suppose is with something like "Such a Shame!" The emotion of course is closer to "Never Again!" Either way there's always comfort to be drawn from decomposition.

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