OK, so I didn't actually make the dirt, but I did create conditions that were favorable for entropy to do its work. And entropy made me some beautiful dirt.
I mean, you can see the inspirational life lesson in this, right? Please say yes, because I don't have the energy right now to spell it out for you. OK. Twist my arm. Here's the abbreviated version: pile up your metaphorical garbage and let it go. Something beautiful will result.
This garbage-turned-dirt will nurture my family next summer by providing nutrients to the plants we will grow and eat. This is recycling at its best, and it is so very satisfying.
I'm always a little sad when I pull the plants out of the garden at the end of the season. There's so much hope and potential in a garden, and pulling out the remains of the plants feels sad. But this year, it was a little easier, because I knew that after the plants were gone I would be adding some of that beautiful compost. And I know that next year will be beautiful because I let this year's garbage go.