Sad, Sad Worms

Well, the worm composting has come to an end, at least for the moment. A batch of fruit flies came in on something, laid their eggs in the compost, and took over the kitchen. Having declared all out war on the fruit flies and having killed hundreds of them, Ivan and I finally had to bid a fond farewell to the worms in the box. We are saddened by this, as it means (we think) no composting until we have a house and land for a compost heap. Which means more garbage, etc. But hey, at least it also means that our house will be fruit fly free for the foreseeable future.

Meanwhile, we have hit the depressing part of New England autumn--most of the leaves have fallen, the skies are gray, and it's rainy and cold. Hot cider helps, especially when there are cider donuts around to eat with said cider. Being a newlywed helps, too--lots of hugs and snuggles.