Cold hands, warm heart
Kathy and I chopped up the tomato and runner-bean plants yesterday evening, just as it was getting dark. As it was a very clear day, it also got very cold. As it was cold, and I wasn’t wearing gloves, my hands got cold. As my hands got cold, they shrank slightly. As my wedding ring isn’t a particularly tight fit, it fell into the compost heap when I was pushing the plants down into it.
Kathy kept her head while all around her (i.e. me) were losing theirs. She got torches from the kitchen, then we carefully took out the plants from the tub. Eventually she saw it, glinting in the torchlight, and she hooked it out with her little finger. What a star!
I’m just glad it hadn’t fallen down as far as the nicely rotting compost further down…