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Field Note #4: Dilly Fries

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See this lunch? You might see these fries, piled high with freshly minced dill pickles, slathered with some sort of dill ranch dressing and paired with fancy mango ice tea and think, oh, Kit’s health goals have really gone sideways. You wouldn't be wrong, of course, but what you are actually looking at, is evidence … Continue reading Field Note #4: Dilly Fries

Tales from the Compost Pile: Fear Nibbles

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(Story in progress/ starts at ‘Tales from the Compost Heap: Digging In’) I’m not sure exactly when Fear got in,  but can confirm it breached my perimeter and settled at the farm some time ago. Just around the same time I found a mouse in my box of lasagna. Sometimes fear doesn’t announce its arrival with … Continue reading Tales from the Compost Pile: Fear Nibbles

Tales from the Compost Heap: The Little View Master

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 I honestly had no idea I was about to dig up Auntie Bea. Or my mother. My shovel was aiming for farm stories, and they were no more than five years deep!  Apparently, I hit some sort of worm hole and was transported, as it were, to 1985. I didn’t know my everyday garden-variety worms had … Continue reading Tales from the Compost Heap: The Little View Master

Tales from the Compost Heap: Sorting Deaths

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Compost is funny because it will take almost anything living, and in time, break it down and return it to the earth. No ceremony. No eulogies. It just happens beside barns, and in barrels beside rose gardens without anyone making a fuss. Few can tell you the why or how of it, although books and … Continue reading Tales from the Compost Heap: Sorting Deaths

Tales from the Compost Heap : Eating the Biggest Frog (Part 2/2)

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So, I thought the world was ending. We need to get this out of the way, straight off. My Auntie Bea swore by “Eat the Big Frog First” and I’ve been following her sage advice for over 50 years. The teaching, as I understand it, is this: If I have ten things to do, and … Continue reading Tales from the Compost Heap : Eating the Biggest Frog (Part 2/2)