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.
Such excitement!
I would be lying if I didn’t say that I am just a little jealous. One to have such a thoughtful sister and also to have premo compost to get herbs and flowers going. Lucky girl…….
isn’t it great to have sister nearby?
Tis true, tis true!!! As you know Sistas are the best.
Nothing like a little good dirt to make the day!!!
Will take pics of all my future plants… perhaps i should chant or say incantations as I spread the manure….:-)
ok…it is compost not manure Pat…there is a difference…this material didn’t pass through anything living…and no self respecting soul wants to be hidden in manure…or compost for that matter…however, a number of people do have their ashes spread on their gardens…Arlo Guthrie had his ashes added to his compost pile (: