20th July 2019
I decided that I would dig a large hole to bury the dog poop composter. “You are mad, it’s too hot for that” said Kelli.
“It will be okay there is shade over there”
Those were my last words.
I started digging and got about six inches down when the roots started to hinder my progress. So I decided to try digging in a different place. The soil was very sandy, and I got down about a foot. The shear action of cutting through the roots with the spade was exhausting. The sweat ran down my nose, dropping like lemmings off a cliff. It was 84 Fahrenheit, and Kelly was right, it was too hot to continue.
The dogs were freaking out as I was digging the hole, thinking it was for them, because of what happened to poor Tetley.
We sat and watched a storm roll in, the speed and formation of the clouds was like a dynamic oil painting with each swirl a giant brush stroke. I was so enthralled that even the rain didn’t disturb me.
Another Lifetime to go 