When we moved into this house about a year and a half ago, I noticed a nice rotting pile of leaves just over a stone wall and at the very entrance to the forest. There were some grass clippings, but really it was mostly old leaves – probably 2 or 3 years worth. The pile was about 3 feet high and 4 feet wide. Not a ton, but sure looked like compost to me.
I added to it. A bit of cardboard, and all of the leftover veggies for an entire summer. Friends brought me their scraps. No meat, nothing cooked. I added some seaweed from our vacation to Rhode Island. And when the garden was done, the plants went in too. I turned it every now and then, but honestly didn’t sweat it too much. I figured the forest had been working on it for a few years and the stuff was built to rot.
Today I hauled most of that pile into the garden. Just about 20 wheelbarrow loads. Piled it up and then spread it out with a rake, turned it all a few times to work it in. Should be great.
But in many ways, I was sad to see that pile go! It’s a bit like dipping into your savings account to buy the very thing for which you have been saving!
Time to start saving again.