Rich, loamy (great word), homemade dirt. I finally cleared out the bottom of the composter and discovered a few things. Eggshells never decompose (or at least within three years), nor do corncobs, pine needles, plastic bags or pieces of clay pots. I found my worms which was very exciting, and a few random glass marbles from that unfortunate compost-diving episode.
Bindi on squirrel-watch
Three wheelbarrowfuls later, my vegetable beds were ready for that perennial exercise in hope, planting seeds. I'm participating in my annual attempt to grow arugula, which consists of throwing $3.99 worth of seeds to the wind and going down to the farm stand to buy a few bunches. What can I say? It's summer!*
*today's Bulletin headline: "Temperatures may break 70 Thursday." June in Central Oregon...
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