Tea: Stomach Soother
Music: The Beatles, "A Hard Day's Night"
Time: Night.
Got a call from a neighbor this afternoon, asking if the family could help move a couple of mulch piles.
One of them, it turned out, had been in the yard for ten days -- and it's been rainy.
I love what microbes can do to milk, to grape juice, to grain mash and to meat -- under the right conditions, that is.
I don't much like what they did to the mulch pile. It was steaming in the middle, and I swear the stuff at the heart of the pile smelled like cheese. Sniff enough of that, and you see why I went for the stomach soother?
(It worked, by the way. I just finished a plate of tacos, for which I have had a craving since this afternoon.)
Still, in two and a half hours we managed to get most of the first pile distributed around the perimeter of the neighbors' yard. Tomorrow, or the day after that, we'll finish that pile and dig into the equally large one that was delivered today.
So far, it hasn't been rained on. My nose hopes the weather holds.
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