The Little Red Hen Loves Compost
It bothers me to encumber the municipal garbage disposal system with compostables and also I had made several piles of vegetation by tidying up the irises so I got busy and dug out the rich dark treasure.
There were some composting errors…
I chose beds to be the lucky recipients, starting with the rose still flowering, blessing us with its perfume, and continued on above where it looked like mostly weeds were growing. There should be bulbs in there so I didn’t fork it over, just scratched a bit.
There is something I find so fulfilling about compost, even though this work may benefit an unknown person since the house may soon be sold. It’s hard to let go of a place that has been part of my life for 34 years where many happy moments have been shared.