My Current Biggest Dilemma

Lots of folks in Dallas this weekend have weather related dilemmas. 

Do I try to drive?  Even though few in Dallas know how to drive on ice?

What do I do if I am working, and I am hit by a rolling black out and I lose all my work product?  How upset am I allowed to get?

What do I eat if Papa John's is not delivering?

Who can I call when the nearby country club golf course lightning siren goes off repeatedly at 4 a.m.?  Nevermind that (a)  nobody golfs at 4 a.m. regardless of lightning; and (b) it does not lightning in a blizzard.

My dilemma?  My counter top compost pail is full and look where my compost tumblers are -- way back in the further-most corner of my yard.  Now that, my friends, is poor planning.

UPDATE:  I finally vowed to take care of business.  I cleaned out my fridge, gathered used coffee grounds, soup prep vegetable peels and my compost pail and trudged out to the tumbler.  Spun it around to get to the end that opens -- covered myself in snow in the process -- joy! -- only to figure out that it was totally frozen shut.  I should have predicted that.  Clearly I am out of practice in winter things.  (That pleases me.)

Weeds Aren't All Bad

A girlfriend from Houston was going to come and hang with me this weekend -- just down time to catch up -- but cancelled. Unexpectedly I found myself with a totally free weekend. That's a precious thing for me this time of year; Habitat starts Saturday and then the next many of my Saturdays will be spoken for.

So what did I do yesterday? I put on some raggy jeans and grabbed a wooden bucket and sat myself in my front yard to hand pull weeds. For HOURS. It was bliss. The sun was out for the first time in a long time and I didn't have anywhere I needed to be. Digging in the dirt is so therapeutic!

While I was out, a neighbor taking her dog for a walked stopped by with her daughters. She said she knew I composted, and wondered if she could contribute? And then she asked if I garden, and how could they help? So great! I'm thrilled that my "organic-ness" is spilling over to my neighbors, and how fun will it be to have enthusiastic help in the garden? (Especially since I am pretty sure I will have plenty to do out there since I ordered seventeen packets of seed -- and that doesn't couny any of my herbs!) I wonder if she rototills...?