It, like most things started with an idea, and the ideas sprout from brainstorming, while brainstorms occur when problems need solving. Our problem was if we used the hand held wire mesh sifter (the only thing available) it took all day to separate a few pounds of vermi (I guess that is supposed to mean worms) from the vermi-compost, taken from our worm farm. We did not fancy spending the rest of our lives separating vermi-compost. We are, therefore, indebted to this problem for the master piece that resulted from it. With the idea in mind, we set about finding random pieces of metal and cutting sporadically, and organizing them into shapes and patterns.
We tried to make it work but as usual we ran into delays. Then one fine morning there was a spark of hope, or at least sparks flying from the welders machine, and within about two hours our idea was standing. What a relief.
However, celebrations can be interrupted, but interruptions are not always bad especially if it means lunch time or dunch, as we call it, because by the time we finish cooking it is neither lunch or dinner, so we have dunch. 
Just getting the wire mesh was fun enough, and securing it to our contraption was a breeze. Well someone had to generate a breeze, I was roasting in the sun! Don't worry I did not suffer alone, the mosquitoes kept faithful company with me. 
By the end of a long day we had finished it, and it had finished us as well. Too tired and too late to test our mechanism we contented ourselves to pursue the the triumph, the next day. Besides leftovers we beckoning to me from inside.
NEXT DAY!
Ever so carefully we were paraded our creation to the garden we had marked out. We set the separator at an angle, then as we threw the compost in worms and all, the fine rich compost would filter down through the mesh, and because of the slant the larger particles and worms would tumble down and fall out the end. The cumbersome contraption performed beautifully, exceeding our expectations.
By these ingeniously simple means we created two piles, one of rich organic fertilizer to rejuvenate our soil, the other to be reinvested in the vermi-compost business. Poor worms, they probably never went on a roller coaster ride before. I am sure some of them were scared to death. Everyone has to go through tough times sometime...wait a minute it is not time for the moral yet.
That was the adventure, and it was a fun adventure. I wish I could tell you all that happened in more detail, like how we used a hatchet and hammer to cut rebar, and how the there was no power when the welder came the first time, how we used geometry to make an octogonal tube because circular was too hard to do, and so forth, but we could not do that because we would never get to the moral of the story. Are you ready? Never ever live in a muddy earth because when it come time to leave home it can be something terribly difficult and painful, especially for worms. It might be close but let me see if we cannot do better than that. You never know if an idea will work until you try it, then be prepared because it could either happen or just take forever to get it done.
Thanks again folks, this David your Post Host, and I hope you put down compost on your garden because you never know when I will post again.
