how your garden grows

one cannot make compost with clean hands.

I get it under my fingernails; the things that have rotted, the shit i've collected, the clippings of outgrown branches.

paitently turned. layer upon layer. a process of careful sorting and applied spacial geometry.

contained in isolation. flooded in light. and heat. and time.

we turn again.

this is the simple alchemy of living.
it is the stuff from which we grow.