Calories and Compost

          The problem with being one of those do-it-yourself types is that I tend to do just that. So yesterday while out running errands, I thought - wouldn’t it be nice to pick up something sweet for tomorrow’s breakfast. Except as I was about to turn right to the bakery in town, I thought – I have all afternoon. Why don’t I just make something? and turned left.

          If only I’d made that right turn. It would have meant only two pastries, one for each of us.  Instead, this happened:

          So today, after working off a few calories climbing around dusting and vacuuming (badly needed), off I went for a walk round the commune in the hope that I could, if not walk off the calories, maybe some of the guilt.

        

  It was only 4:00ish but nighttime was perched ready to fall with a clunk. 

   Before it did, though, when I got back I took my fading mums off the front step and marched to the back where my secret compost pile sits in the woods behind a rhododendron.        Technically, I’m not supposed to be interacting with the woods, but after seven years of clippings and weedings getting piled up back there, the heap has stayed the same size as plant refuse arrives and then breaks down. Much better to put my mums there than in a black plastic bag at a land fill.

          And the squirrels are doing their bit, aerating the lawn with their digging as they rediscover all the nuts from our hickory tree that they’d “hidden.”