There was a piece of smoked salmon in the frig that sat there too long and went moldy. As I buried it in the compost pile, I thought about how, in a short time, the worms and microorganisms would turn it into black, fresh smelling soil. Every food scrap from our kitchen for over 40+ years has now been incorporated into garden soil.
A few weeks ago, I buried some freeze-dried packets of food and an apple inside a paper bag in sand dunes, so that I could get to it on my hike. Just 2 days later, when I dug it up, something had chewed through the paper bag and eaten about 1/4 of the apple. I looked out over the 4-mile long sandy beach and realized that there is life beneath the surface as far as the eye could see, based on the life I found in that one square foot of sand.
On the subject of gardens, I’m often amazed that when you plant seeds, the plants shown on the seed packet sure enough do grow. The seeds are instruction packets for the elements, telling soil, sun, air and water what to form.
I got about 4 hours of sleep last night. I’m pretty comfortable in the back of my truck. I sleep in neighborhoods away from street lights, never at the beach or other cop-patrolled areas. It’s a beautiful sunny fall day in Santa Cruz, I’m down here to go to a surprise birthday party for an old and dear friend.