Years ago, I worked in a woman’s prison and they called me Sergeant Compost. It was said that I gave them assignments that helped them grow.
Anyway, The nickname followed me to the men’s prison and I hear it occasionally, a decade or so later.
I think they call me this because they are forbidden from addressing me as swear word. It is against the rules.
I am quite direct with my words to those I supervise to reduce any potential for confusion in our interactions. I try to find the root of the matter and point it out so we have an honest and profitable conversation.
Many times we do. Sometimes we do not. I call these interactions dressing down and dressing up.
I take these two terms from applying compost; otherwise known as top dressing.
This is a compost heap composed of straw and grass. Simple, direct, and a little stinky when light is shed on it. It is rank and something is cooking inside; perhaps smoldering a little.
It is not ready to be applied to the soil or a root system, much like words to some ears. On that note, seeking out good counsel is desirable. Learning from the school of hard nocks when you could have learned from someone else is a lot like this plant.
This plant would likely benefit from any type of top dressing, well composted or no. This plant isn’t getting any compost; it is a weed.
Sometimes, the time is right, and applying compost to the root of the matter is beneficial. The compost is cool, odorless, contains micronutrients, and retains water.
When one takes the opportunity to directly recieve good counsel and apply it, they are fruitful.
There was no real motivation for writing this post other than to showcase my compost heap.
That’s Lieutenant Compost to you.