Late yesterday we returned from a quick trip to the beach. My favorite part of a trip to the beach is always the same... its the spot on the interstate when you recognize the familiar green hills of Tennessee and you know you're back where you belong. I'm no beach babe; just not designed for it. It's too windy, too sandy, too damp, too... well... too "not Tennessee". I'm telling you, a girl like me; with fine hair, weight issues, fair skin and freckles can find a lot of places in this world to make a better impression! The good Lord sure knew what he was doing when he planted my feet firmly in the soil of Tennessee.
Along with the bird's nest and eggs, my attempt at composting also bit the dust tonight. Though there are air holes everywhere from top to bottom and all along the side of the compost container the mosquitoes apparently think it the perfect place to set up housekeeping and were raising more mosquitoe babies than the law should allow! So, while swatting and flailing about like a mad woman, I dragged the container to the back of the property and dumped its contents on the ground where it could dry. In these 90 degree temperatures it shouldn't take too long. Besides the perfect breeding ground for mosquitoes the "composting" process seemed to be in full swing.