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Another one of those new year commitments sees another morning gathering cow manure. The compost heaps will take place once enough crap is collected. In this humidity they'll turn into something nicer in very few weeks then the garden project can begin in earnest.

Does it smell? Not really. A kind of vegetative waft. These cows eat wild grass and wander. The dung beetles and me race to get the pats first. A sibling warns mother not to let the cowshit soil the duco of her car because it's corrosive. He always has a warning.

Was told that blogging would help remind me to do the things that I promise to myself at this time of the year. Includes lots of unordered lists. Lots of semi-ambitious projects. Lots of revisits to old ones. We'll see.