Thumbing through a book that I didn’t even remember owning, I happened upon these words: “My whole life has been spent waiting for an epiphany, a manifestation of God’s presence, the kind of transcendent, magical experience that lets you see your place in the big picture. And that is what I had with my first [compost] heap.” *
Said by whom? Bette Midler.
Suddenly my failed composting endeavor didn’t seem like just a simple dalliance, the way you might try a new flavor of ice cream and decide it’s not for you. Nope, not only did I fail to create a hospitable environment for the critters that decompose our waste, I’ve bungled my own salvation. Well, Hoover dam it.