The Singing Compost Heap

Yesterday as I am about to leave for work, I realize I cannot find my phone. I search all over, even retracing my steps through the yard from when I was working outside. Nada. So I ask pogle to start calling me.

I walk through the house: silence.

I walk around outside: silence.

Then, I look over at the compost pile. You see, I spent about 20 minutes that morning raking up oak leaves to put into a leaf-only compost bin.

I walk toward the bin.

I hear a muffled “4, 3, 2, 1…Verse beyond us, keep on flying…” *

And that, my friends, is the tale of the singing compost heap. 😛



*I’ve set pogle’s ringtone to “Captain Mal” by Possible Oscar.

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