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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