How I'm Not so Green After All
It’s true.
Yesterday, my father came over to help me rake, clip trees, and pull gnarly bushes that had cropped up all over the garden.
There's me, surveying a pile of spindly tree parts that would not easily decompose for many months: “I think I’ll throw these in the compost bin.”
Father: “Do you ever use your compost pile?”
(Meaning, I think: Do I ever us…