One of the vendors at the Farmers Market gave me some lagniappe: a bag of worm castings. Not artistic castings. The composty I-chewed-through-that type castings. The castings have a very unexpected scent, a petroleum bouquet. I have cast worm dung onto my seedlings and some of my beds. The vendor promised my dogs wouldnt be interested. As one who is constantly reconsidering her career and exploring alternative options, the experience with the vendor and worm castings opened up my world a bit: I could grow worms in buckets and sell their castings for cash. I keep telling my kids not to fence themselves in where their careers are concerned. The possibilities are endless. Truly.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 00:41:28 +0000
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