What is it that compels me to, when googling a recipe for egg noodles, bypass the first five links and click on the one posted by “Hillbilly Housewife?
I’m feeling all mighty today.
Maybe you don’t know this about me, but I’m not really a girl who likes to get her hands dirty, or wield tools, or ‘work with my hands’. Today though, I wrestled an old snow fence I discovered in the barn we’re tearing down into an Aviana sized (4×4) oval. I pounded some electric fence posts into the ground and cut wire. Kevin was there to assist if needed, but I wanted to do it myself.
Then I raked and piled old leaves from my shade garden into the wheel barrow (yep, I actually pushed it!) and dumped them into the bin. Twice. Then Aviana and I dug up some dirt from the pile by the barn we’re tearing down and filled the wheelbarrow.
Then Denton woke up.
But still! I made a compost bin by myself.
I told Kevin I wanted to buy some red worms to help it along, but he scoffed and said buying worms is for city people.