I like to slip my little point and shoot Sony camera into my pocket whenever I head out for a walk. One day this week, on my return trip from the compost pile, the winter sky broke open with a luminous patch of blue. On a very cold day, blue skies mean sun and sun means warmth, so blue is a good color.
The compost pile at Cedar Bluff is tucked away on what we call the North Shore. It isn't far from the house, but it's not close by either. Orange peels (Ed makes fresh squeezed orange juice every morning that he can), coffee grounds, vegetable peels -- all of those non-meat organic goodies are tossed on a pile where we can eventually use them for soil enrichment.
If some critters find sustenance in the peels and parings that we've tossed away, well, that's okay. We've noticed evidence of a skunk now and then. That's about all.
The walk to the compost pile is a pretty rural thing. It's all about exercise and gardening, even in winter.
Copyright 2012
Wanda Hayes Eichler
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