Sweet Yet Sour

I’m feeling a little badly today that I didn’t make it clear enough that Mike and my dad built, by hand, my compost bin.  It took them three long days, multiple trips to the hardware store, and Mike driving back and forth to Colorado Springs three days in a row to complete the bin.  The bin has no sharp edges, thanks to a lot of router work by Mike, and has very little metal in it – real woodworking at it’s best.  Oh, and there was an incident with a chisel, so Mike also had to get five stiches to make my beautiful bin.  He even continued working with gauze on his thumb all day after the chisel incident and then didn’t go to get the stitches until we got home.  Now that’s a wonderful husband!  Thanks Mike!