Lord, you are great and powerful. Glory, majesty and beauty belong to You……
The Lord is close to all who call on Him.
I will not forget you. I have written my name on the palms of my hands.
Guess who is back, better than ever? No, not me silly.
Its the Bobcat! Back from the dark depths of the repair shop. Back from nowhere land to here – with me! Ready to do a little work. Thank you boys! (Farmers rock, let me tell you.)
Bobcat is running great. Purring like a kitten. Playful as a puppy. Ok….I’ll stop.
All I know is, it’s hard to have a decent compost pile without some horsepower and hydrolics. Look at this pathetic excuse for compost.
Now here we go. This is a little more like it. I really prefer to start with a bigger pile than this. It just cooks better, but I will add more to it later.
I add water to the center.
And here come the inspectors…….. It’s a pretty cold day, I’m not sure if it will start, but I love to see it steaming when I come to look on a cold morning. When someone said ” Life is a big pile of compost.” They meant life is full of steamy goodness, with plenty of fun, wonderful microbes!
……mine Postman bringeth.
I only talk like this in the winter or during catalog season.
My Mother and I used to have a friendly contest to see who was lucky enough to get the first seed catalog in the mail. I seem to have won every single year. I guess that could have been because I sent off for as many as I could on those little cards where you circle all your choices. Shhhhhhh. She doesn’t need to know this.
When the seed catalogs arrive, I breath a sigh of relief. Spring will come. It has to. I have orders to send off.
And with those orders comes the hope of a new year. A glorious year! It will be THE year! A garden to do anyone proud. Pristine rows of fresh grown, wholesome vegetables. Not a weed will be allowed…….
Yep. This will be my year………….for sure.