A Lesson in Patience....& Compost

Just in case you don't know the whole saying:

Patience is a virtue.

Virtue is a grace.

Grace is a little girl

who wouldn't wash her face.

Patience certainly does pay off.

It seems difficult in today's age

of instant gratification.

But here is a great example.

Our compost bin was really more of a compost heap.

As I would pass the railroad crossing

where they work on the rails and dump things,

I would often notice that there were 

what I would call crates for lack of a better term.

They were almost like 4 pallets strapped together.

I always thought what great compost bins

they would make, and 

that next time I saw someone there,

I should stop and ask for one.
(Some gals want diamonds - me, compost:)

I know they just break them down and send them to the dump,
but I wouldn't just take one.
About a week or so ago,
I saw one not by the rail road tracks
but farther up river on the side of the road near private property.
It had obviously fallen off of their truck.
After about a week,
I figured they didn't come back for it so must not have wanted it.
I stopped and picked up this roadside litter.
We have already been using it.
It works wonderfully.
I might stain it to match the fence,
just so it's not such an eye sore.

So by waiting patiently, (or even a little impatiently,)
we received a wonderful "new" compost bin.
I still might stop and ask for another,
but it will take us a while to fill this one.
One mans trash...

Until next time,
Nimble Fingers and Even Stitches