This was a slightly startling juxtaposition:
... fiberglass goats?
I hate it when that happens.
DC did a couple of these - one year it was pandas, another it was donkeys and elephants. Some of them are still around - once they were all painted, they were auctioned off for some cause; they're in yards around town, many of them worse for the wear.
Juliebird, could you take one of the fiberglass goats and use it to mould pieces of the chicken wire around? then use a different wire to hold the pieces together. It would probably be a bit sturdier than trying to do it freehand.
And, for your amusement, last summer a local nursery had a "compost appreciation day".
I just changed a "whom" to "who" in a Google doc. I'm pretty sure no one will notice, but I am giddy with righteous grammar correction.
Some of them are still around - once they were all painted, they were auctioned off for some cause; they're in yards around town, many of them worse for the wear.
We had pigs, and it's amusing to drive down a residential street and see a giant fiberglass pained pig on someone's porch. A lot of businesses bought them, too, and put them in their lobbies.
I just changed a "whom" to "who" in a Google doc. I'm pretty sure no one will notice, but I am giddy with righteous grammar correction.
I hear angels singing.
I appreciate compost!
Me, too! It's awesome! And since we started composting food waste, our trash output is pretty small and (most importantly) doesn't stink up the kitchen. We loved vacationing in California, because of the compost containers in the rental places we stayed. The owner of the cottage in Mendocino was tickled that we were so excited about her compost bin.
We are dorks.
::compost nerd high five::
Oh, the arthritis is bad today. If you're going to storm, just do it already! I need my hands! And my shoulder. And my hip.
Meara, if you're near Kitchen Table I recommend it. [link]
I feel like my neck and my skull are engaged in a blood feud.
I love having a compost bin out back. Twice a year I harvest the stuff on the bottom for my garden. It's not quite optimized on brown-to-green composition and moisture, so I usually end up with eggshell-speckled mud to smear around the perennials. But my rose is growing like some sort of mutant monster, and my salvias couldn't be healthier.
You know what sucks? Flying with an incipient migraine, accompanied by nausea. I can't figure out if it's because I dared to have 2 drinks last night, ate too much, or didn't eat enough. How's that for narrowing down the possibilities? One more flight to go.
On the farm, all leftover food stuff that was not suitable for the barn cats was put in the manure spreader and used to fertilize the fields.
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