My sister, the super gardener, delivered some compost for me yesterday. It’s free to get at our town dump and she is very meticulous in gathering what she can and bringing it back to her earthern lands. She carefully lines the back of her old van with tarps and black trash bags, then with shovel at the ready, she heads to the transfer station. They wave her through — she is so well known, and never has garbage to trash, just lovely recyclables and a yen for good compost.
This year she got to the compost pile a little early. It’s the first batch and must have come from the top of the pit…. It’s still got bits and pieces of real things in it… my sister found an old shoe. And we were both suspecting fingers and toes would be next. If I were to dump a body, the compost pit is a good place to start.
Anyway, my share of the dirt is sitting in my Dad’s old wheelbarrow out in the back yard. I must remember the tarp before I leave for work and the afternoon rains will soak it and make my gardening a bit more muddy than ususal.