When my husband and I first realized we were falling in love, we both laid our future plans out on the table, each fearing that the other would jump ship. But to our amazement, our plans were eerily similar: within the next five years we planned to sell everything, move out of the city, and buy a plot of land in the country. What we would do with that land we didn't know; we just knew we wanted out. This is our second year of doing just that.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Now That’s What I Call the Beginning of a Compost Pile
And this is only the result of one hour’s work on a 50 foot strip of land. We have almost six acres. I’m seriously going to end up with like 37 composts piles. That should look real pretty.
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