Dylan and I watched a few episodes of Hoarders (thanks to Netflix) not long ago, and it was so disturbing. I hope I never become a hoarder. It scares me to death. Dylan calls me a packrat, but that's a long way from hoarding. That, I can live with (I guess...).
So, as I'm looking out the windows of the house I notice that my own husband has become a hoarder, of sorts. He has little piles of (fill in the blank) ALL OVER the farm!! Piles of leaves, piles of horse manure, piles of pine needles, piles of compost, piles of wood chips......every...where. He's like a squirrel filling his nest for winter. It's really funny to see the lengths that he goes through to collect these piles, too. For the leaf piles (which there's probably 20 of, at least), it took a full half day of blowing and raking. The manure is trucked home from a horse farm. The wood chip piles are a result of a full week of clearing and involved the rental of a chipper. I could go on and on.
As fun as it is to laugh at him for all of his piles, there is a purpose for each and every one of them. One of the reasons Dylan is so successful as a gardener is because he is constantly working the soil. A lot of these piles will be added to the soil and tilled into the ground. Others will be used for mulch around plants to help hold in moisture and prevent weeds from growing.
So all of his hard work and hoarding will pay off in the end. It always does. :)
(But it's still funny...).
Dylan and Harmony, whichever of us have the time to sit down and write for a few minutes. : )