Monday, 27 March 2017
Allan still being slightly under the weather made an excuse to take a pleasant day off.
I emerged in the early afternoon and the first thing I noticed was a Stipa gigantea in a water bucket.
I had been looking for this grass since bringing it home from the boatyard garden 8 days ago. I had verbally declared that Allan must have accidentally thrown it out, so I had to show him my discovery. “Are you a little bit sorry?” he asked. Yes, I was.
(The quotation on the water barrel is by Iris Murdoch: ‘People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.’)
Allan found some boards to make fronts for the new compost bins and helped me plunk the heavy pots, taken from the old plastic pond two days ago, into the water boxes.
My mission was to move a few wheelbarrows of debris from the old debris pile to the new bins, even though I should perhaps have been weeding. The composting was irresistible and I worked on it for four hours.
I unearthed an old rhubarb plant that I’d thrown into the pile last fall.
Just as I was trying to finish by picking up the debris around the old pile and spilled along the way from a couple of too-full wheelbarrows (what my grandma called “a lazy man’s load”), a heavy gale and rain came up. I called to Allan for help and he kindly joined me and did some raking.
I had filled two bins, leaving the third to turn the first two into. Google tells me I can do that weekly, if I want to. I do want to, if I can find the time.
I tried to put the older debris into the center bin. That idea went all willy nilly when the rain came.