Remnants

My daughter’s guinea pig, Nature, died. We think he died sometime yesterday, but we didn’t discover him until this morning. Last month we gave him his own “hidy-hole” as we called it, a place to hide and have some private time while inside his cage. My husband noticed Nat still had plenty of food AND water, pretty unusual for a pig. When my husband lifted up Nat’s hiding place (an old shoe box with a doorway cut out of it) he discovered the still body. After school and work we said a few words over his body and buried him in the backyard.

My most recent attempts at being “earthy-crunchy”, or whatever you want to call it, are composting with worms (vermaculture) and making sourdough bread starter from natural yeast. The bread looked really good, but was too dense and sour for our taste. I’ll try again in a month or so. The worm adventure is brand new. The worms came in the mail yesterday and I put them in their bin last night. This morning I buried the first batch of food (our vegetable garbage from the last two weeks). They seem happy in their new home, none have tried to escape since I feed them. Wish me luck!