But sometimes boring, mundane things are the things that make me happy.
Quite a few years ago I bought a couple of compost bins because composting is the right thing to do, we have the space and all that stuff. We filled both of the bins and then just didn't do anything with them, they've just sat there for years doing who knows what. Since then we've all learned the world is on fire, I've turned a corner with the garden and everything is calling me to act. So this weekend it became very important to face the potentially stinky, mouse-ridden, stinky, uncomposted, sludgy mess of the bins, so yesterday Dan started the job, in the rain and the wind.
We piled the contents of the first bin into trugs, nothing was smelly, or slimy, there were a couple of insects and spiders, but that was it - not even a slug!
We sifted everything and bagged the compost, well I call it compost, I assume I can call it that but it wasn't the rich, lovely, earthy stuff I see on the telly when people make compost, but then again I'd paid no attention to it so why should it be good? It was a bit sandy and very fine, but then again our soil is sandy so it makes sense.
This is what we sifted out
Rooty bits, plastic, wood, teabag ghosts, cardboard, peach stones and orange peels. Considering we hadn't really chopped anything up I was pleasantly surprised at how well things had broken down.
There were also lots of stones and bits of crock from where pots had been emptied without any thought, as I said, we weren't really into the garden at the time.
One of the bins has been repositioned, freeing up space for other things.
It's in a more shaded area now, but we'll see how it goes.
A couple of broken tiles were made into steps and I put up a wonky bamboo structure for some sweet peas. The task for the rest of the day is how to care for my compost properly!