I’m reading a fascinating book about the evolution of human consciousness at present (more on that soon), but I did have to wonder about its curious pathways.
After lighting a candle last night I stood holding a match, wondering if it was OK to put in my new wormery. Nice to know how your brain can come up with the oddest of formulations.
On the wormery, I splashed out, after having the “garbage-bin” sort, which worked fine, but required a very messy process to dig out the compost from the bottom, with a flash tray sort, which I bought from the Green Gardener. (No I don’t get commission.)
So now I’ve got lots of fat, happy-looking worms on the balcony munching away on celery leaves.
But does anyone know about matches?
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