We’ve got a corner of the Bar None designated as our compost pile. Over the last 4 years I’ve tossed everything from kitchen scraps to chicken coop poop to raked leaves to every plant pulled from the garden. The joys of decomposition. Linda gets the pitchfork out semi regularly and turns the whole pile, a day long job. Can you dig it?
I’ve been patient. Turning crap into something useful and beneficial. Dividends paid years after groundwork laid. Those early contributions hidden beneath, buried, maybe even forgotten. Gracing the entire garden.
Best Amendments.
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