the Devil and God reside inside All

Reconsidering Handcuffs-

You're shouting so loud, you barely enjoy this broken thing.

You're a song that's never sung, is what I say.

You can only blame yourself.

It's hard to be the better man.

But should we stop, and take her with us, for all our time. Say hello to an old friend.

Not mine. She is sitting in the corner now, a little bleary with far away eyes.

Her ice cream cake lay discarded, an iceberg of cookie and cake
in a creamy oreo sea.

I thought about the weekend, and her slinky red dress, and the way she
flipped her bangs and
blinked her eyes and
I lit the bubbler, finished my Sierra Mist and ice hint of triple sec,

thanked my hospitable hosts,
and rode home with Derek.

Maeve is my girl still, and I love her and her new rack. 20 pound bucket of organic matter please.

How about a garden in a cargo bike? Main Street frame<-=->a Pedicab minus loveseat. That's heavy. How about worm delivery by bike? Complete with in-home worm (and/or garden) consultation and set-up, maintenance optional. Look for me out there.

Making Humus

This Gal inspired this Guy, and I'm just real excited about the whole thing.

Composting, meat and all, in JP?

Great Home pickup service for compostables, at fair rates?

Focus is food, fun, human-power, community, and redefining waste?

Count me in, I'm real jazzed by decomposition...

Seriously, I'm gonna meet with this Andy Brooks, I want to see his operation, his secrets, his paycheck, the usual. We could do good things together, him and I.

Brookline has some real pent up composting energy I think, that needs a release, and it is only a matter of time before the municipality gets involved in home composting(--about time!). Until that time, there is a demand that Bootstrap fills and that Bountiful Brookline could help to fill tooo.

In my ideal world, every neighborhood has a place to compost, and every community has some food gardens to use the stuff. It's simple folks, we're making humus together. This is precious stuff, and it should be treated as such: with some love and patience.

In fact, I'm off to the BU greenhouse with a few days-worth of Hive compostables for the woms. Cycle powered composting is already here in Brookline.

Comfort, comfort, why did you run for it?

My body is still reeling and recovering from Dr. Cutting. I only noticed 2 veg. options at Panearah. I found my quiet place before the inbound train. The 1-Straw Revolution is begun. The Hive is alright, we're all alright. Greenside up kids, because we're all doing just fine. Basil and pepper seedlings potted up and snoozing on the front porch, better late than never. Graduation gift thank yous still a work in progress.

I relaxed under the blueberries several hours-lots to do in West Newbury these days. Thoughts of suburban farms and potential future endeavours. Urban Composting and worm farm seems the most likely, or easiest. Verndale worms are thriving: 2 outdoor recycling bins getting established, harvesting of indoor rubbermaid bin in progress. Greenhouse worms are also doing well, and 2 bins will be ready to harvest soon. It's easy to forget that these hobbies of mine involve 'marketable skills,' like biking food scraps down Harvard or Commonwealth. The greenhouse could sell its extra vermicompost to recoup costs.

Fukuoka does away with the prepared compost all together-this is something I am not prepared to do. His natural 'do-nothing' farming will come in time, and meanwhile we will mimic its results at the Goodwin Garden. Sheet to sheet, mulch to mulch, row by row we'll keep this garden grow-ing.