No one saw the bear cub in our yard but one look at the dismantled compost bin was proof enough. The same thing happened each spring, the plastic bin gets torn apart and its contents spilled out next to the garden. One of our neighbor’s up saw the bear mulling around their backyard the other morning when it happened. It likely strolled down the hill and feasted on banana peels, eggs shells, fruit and vegetable trimmings, and baby oats the little one snubbed. I couldn’t imagine a cub finding much sustenance in all that, maybe the oats, though not much else. After breakfast, I walked around to the front yard with the grounds from my morning coffee. I looked over at the compost heap and poured the slurry on the blueberry bush instead, making a note to clean up the mess later.
I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.