“Not to brag, but I once had a compost pile that rivaled even the sexiest man alive. Sorry, Ladies. This compost was mine.”
A few seasons ago, in the cool of the morning, I posted this sentiment on social media. On that wonderful Spring morning, I truly was in love with my compost pile. I had the world’s greatest compost pile, pulling out a whopping wheelbarrow of compost each week for my gardens.
But not now.
Not this pile.
Not in the Texas Hill Country where it’s a dry, dusty, buggy, snake-filled, scorpion and hornet infused landscape of rock. This compost pile was a different relationship altogether. I have come to realize the unhealthy love for something refusing to give back needed to be let go.
Let’s all face it….Gardening in the Hill Country is nothing short of miraculous. A girl has to wear big boots in our area to stomp out all nature’s garden-haters that naturally exist in and around the yard. Heck, I can’t even get a gopher to quit eating my roses Let alone all the other natural elements. So yesterday, I took a moment, in the 100 degree heat, and looked deep into the soul of my compost. I realized then and there that our relationship was one sided and I was through.
Done.
I broke up.
No more pouring into the compost pile when I was getting nothing out.
No more hours spent on nurturing something that remained dry and brittle.
No more wasted time spent on reviving a relationship that was doomed from the beginning. Honestly, I don’t even think it tried.
Sometimes it is good to see where your emotional energy goes. Is this relationship even reciprocal? Does the Compost even want to try to work things out? I think not. I have flipped and flipped, only to find a dusty end to my endeavor. There was no heart present. No sweet aroma of what once was….So I broke up.
There will be many of you compost-lovers out there who will try to talk me back into my relationship. I know, I know. I’ve broken up with my compost piles in the past only to desperately try to work things out again.
Not this time. I’m done. I’m going to go “cut and drop”, and work on disassembling the relationship.
I feel good. I feel free. And I’m finally happy without my deadbeat compost pile.
Happy Gardening, my friends!
Heirloombulbgirl 