Today is considered the longest day of the year. For me it is a very long day, the first day alone after this weekend's marvelous time spent with my best friend and beloved partner. About 6 o'clock this evening the sun will be directly above the equator. And for the next 6 months it will once again trek southward until the shortest day. It is a comforting cycle for me, a devoted midwesterner. lover of all four seasons.
While he was here, Jerome and I worked together nearly nonstop on projects we each found satisfying and enjoyable, despite the 90+ degree days. Let me tell you now about one of them...
When we bought our farm, there was a very large pile of old fencing, scrap wood, old rotted posts, etc stacked a bit haphazardly at the edge of the flower bed near our wonderful Cortland apple tree. Who knows how long that pile had been there or over what amount of time it was assembled. We had added to it in the nearly 2 years that we've been here, pallets from our chicken house materials delivery, scraps removed from the potting shed as it was rebuilt this spring, wind blown fencing, and some of the railings that the wind had actually snapped into pieces. On the whole, it was too good to burn.
Last year many of the good enough posts were dragged out of there and used to hold up the chicken yard fencing. A few more were used this spring for the raspberry bed.
When I talked with Eli about building my compost bins, he thought he could use much of the picket fencing pieces in this pile. We discussed the merits of his being able to work on it at his place with his tools when he had a bit of time between his own chores and all the other commission work he does.
Last Friday Eli arrived with the sides assembled and spent a good part of the day putting them in place.
Now the miracle of composting can begin.