The Garden is Tilled

Thanks to Shug coming down from St. Louis and just making it happen.  I am about to die, but she and the Butcher are out doing whatever it is the young kids do these days.

The mushroom compost smells like mushroom pizza and coffee grounds, which I know sounds like it would smell bad in theory, but in practice, both the dog and me wanted to just sit in it and breathe it in.

We also finally have pictures hung in the dining room.

It took me two tries to get a frame for the print I got, so I had an extra frame and rather than take it back, Shug helped me frame one tarot card.

The Hanged Man, of course.