a tilde log

Free dirt

I can't begin to convey the feeling of simple joy I felt at going to the local garden this Saturday, dropping off the scraps of food I didn't/couldn't/wouldn't eat into a big garbage can, topping it with a mix of wood chips, dirt, and twigs, then filling up a little plastic sack with the finished product, the result of this effort: completed compost. Free dirt!

I lugged my earnings of this free exchange (one of the most delightful and encouraging parts) homeward and the next day successfully repotted my tiny kitchen plants into a new home of nutrient-rich soil. All free! All within a five-block radius of my house. What joy!