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DIY Compost Bin

I think it’ll be fairly obvious in these pictures, that I am not much of a “do-it-yourself-er”. Either way though, I am sharing this.

Today, with the help of my mother, and my 6-year old twins, we made a 64 cubic foot compost bin. It only cost roughly $700 to make it. Ha ha! Only kidding, it cost around $65 to get some wood, posts, and screws, etc. Anyways, here are the pictures to show the progress of the project.


4′ x 4′ platform, complete with old sliding door screens that were being thrown away. (c) 2016 1inawesomewonder.


Platform is on some broken bricks and rocks to be semi-level. Four posts in the ground, near the corners, depending on tree roots and rocks below ground. (c) 2016 1inawesomewonder.


Some left over nylon fencing used to enclose the bin. (c) 2016 1inawesomewonder.


After several loads in the large lawn cart, it’s starting to fill up. Leaves and grass clippings. (c) 2016 1inawesomewonder.


The cutest help around! (c) 2016 1inawesomewonder.

The Property (Ours and Flowers)

We are so busy in our lives. There’s time, but too rare is it that time, we make. Mostly, it is the allowances that we welcome, our time it does take. So, slow down, take ten minutes or so, and go where this takes you. It’s safe I assure you, and visit as often as you would like to.

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Last Trip to Canada

I was going through some documents I had on my Google Drive and I came across one that I had put together last June. I did this in planning a trip to New Brunswick, Canada to take my Mom, and Dad, up to her hometown, where she grew up. But the visual planning was done more for my Dad so he would know what to expect, and feel comfortable knowing that we were making several stops so he could stretch, get coffee, or whatever.

In recent weeks, Dad had talked with my Mom about how he could not wait to take (I would drive them) Mom back to Canada again this year. Then, on April 14, 2016, God intervened, and took Dad to his eternal home. As it turned out, this trip I planned, which we did take, would be Dad’s last trip to Canada. Dad did not do well on that trip, he was not completely healthy at the time, and he struggled throughout. That being said, I choose to remember the dozens and dozens of trips Dad did make to Canada over the years, and how those trips remain as some of the most fond memories of my lifetime. Dad took Mom up to her home for more than 40 years, and he taught me well. I have taken Mom and Dad up to the old farm country in New Brunswick on nearly all of their trips over the last 4-5 years. Lord willing, I will be able to continue bringing Mom over the border to see her family for many years to come. I am thankful. I am blessed. I love my parents and would go to the ends of the earth for them. I miss my Dad.

Here’s how that simple agenda looked.

Planning for travel and stops to New Brunswick. June 26-29, 2015.

Mom, Dad, and Steve.

Leave Mom and Dad’s on Friday morning, June 26, 2015 by 7:15am.

Grab coffee at DD in the Irving Station at Exit 5 by 7:30am.

Coffee stop

Drive out 101 East and get on 95N.

Cross into Maine by 8:30am.

Into Maine


Stop at Gray, Maine Service Plaza at exit 59 by 9:30am.

Gray Maine stop

Back on the highway by 9:45am.


Stop at Exit 130 Tim Horton’s in Waterville, Maine by 11:00am.

Tim Hortons Waterville

Back on the highway by 11:15am.


Stop at Exit 193 in Orono, Maine by 12:30pm.

Coffee Orono

Back on the highway by 12:45pm.


Stop at Exit 302 in Houlton, Maine by 2:15pm.

Irving Houlton

Gas up, any snacks or drinks pick up, empty garbage, etc.


Get to the border by 2:40 pm.

Into Canada


Stop at Aunt Barbara’s house in Hartland, NB by 4:15pm (Atlantic).

Destination Aunt


Return home to Londonderry on Monday, June 29, 2015.

We will retrace these same stops on the way home.

Likely leaving the Woodstock, NB area by 11:30am (Atlantic Time).


This should get us to Londonderry by 6:00pm (Eastern).


Photos are (c) Google Maps and 1inawesomewonder.


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The Spot

This is the spot where I used to stand. How I wish I could see it again as it was 30 years ago, the views, the fences, the lay of the land.

Minutes turned to hours here, even an afternoon. I would day-dream, swing a bat, or throw rocks. It always ended too soon.

The fence is gone and the road now paved. I miss the way it was, the cows, the dirt, the rocks, you know, back in the day.

I’d wait here to see Dad return from Al’s Diner in Mars Hill. The cloud of dust appeared a mile away and I’d hope there’d be a donut for me still.

The gullies are gone and the road is wider now. But I miss the rush of water from heavy rains or melting snow. Cleared by the grader’s plow.

I would play in the streams that might be gone the next day. The water wore away at the road, but in the trickle of water was a great place to play.

The pole on the other side was always my aim. From snowballs I’d pack, or stones I hit with an old bat, but mostly to throw rocks in one of my games.

I walked the line where the clover and the dirt met. And I spent hours out there letting my mind race, creating fun, wishing now never to forget.

I could see my uncle’s farm from here. And often times only the dog would beat me in announcing that someone was drawing near.

Behind me the tree was growing tall. The birds would holler. But often a brother or cousin would climb while those inside worried they’d fall.

This was my spot where I often played. This is where memories were made for me, and I could be there for hours, never afraid.

I drove out here before the service on Tuesday. I had only a moment, but I stopped and stood again in this place, I wish I could have stayed.

From my favorite spot on the farm

The Spot, out by the road at the front of the farm.


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