Brown Harvest

There was a light frost this morning, not a full on winter frost, but crispy enough for my purposes. For some people, a cold, icy morning would be regarded as a problem, not for me - I welcomed its arrival as a positive boon. You see, I own a dog, a dog that defecates quite a lot. I hadn't managed to get out in the garden for a few weekends, due to heavy rain - something that always makes the 'log run' as a I affectionately call it, troublesome, not to mention downright unpleasant. Have you ever tried to bag up a soaking wet poo? I have, its revolting and full retrieval is made impossible without pulling up mounds of turf. So, outside of baking sunshine, frost is the log harvesters best friend, this morning was no exception and quick work was made of a usually time consuming task before I left for work.

Admittedly, there wasn't loads of the stuff in the garden, Mindy's preferred toilet of choice these days, is our kitchen.