Happy Things 27

My morning's work was to move a pile of sod from one side of the garden to the other, before the ground freezes, so that in a week or so, when my Dad is here with his truck, we can get the truck into the back yard to perhaps move our camper to its permanent back yard position. 

I was able to use the dead zinna stalks to enclose this winter's compost area, and I was able to stack the sod pieces around the base to further enclose the pile.  In a couple weeks, when we have that one more last warm spell before winter sets in for good, I'll collect leaves and top off the pile. 

I always have to force myself to go work outside. But once I'm out there and I've started working, I love it.  I hate exercising just for the sake of exercising, but I'll happily work hard in the garden all day, even in the cold or the heat. (It was in the mid-twenties today.) 

Getting work down is a happy thing for me. And now my compost pile looks pretty, too. Well, "pretty" in a compost-pile sort of way.

You are going to order zinnias with your seeds like I told you to, right?