Rain and compost

What a beautiful morning we had today. Not only sunny but also quite warm.

After mowing, I decided to try and finish moving the compost. And I would have finished if the day had remained as beautiful.

As it was I managed almost all of the second one. I decided to build it up as I took it down…if you know what I mean. In case you don’t know what I mean, I mean as I removed enough compost, I would remove the slats and put them down in place at the new location.

That just sounds confusing. Suffice it to say, it’s the easiest and most time efficient way to move a wooden compost bin I can think of. So that’s exactly what I did.

The old compost position

Sometimes you can work so hard and concentrated that you lose all track of time. This is even truer if, like me, you don’t wear a watch. Relying on your phone and wearing gardening gloves means you have no idea how much time has elapsed.

Of course, I have a very clever poodle who can tell the time merely from the grumblings of her tummy.

I was emptying the barrow when Day-z suddenly appeared at the end of the path and gave one of her attention seeking barks. I told her to wait, that it wasn’t lunchtime yet. Silly me. I looked at my phone. It was lunchtime. Day-z gave me one of her “What did I tell you?” looks and we all headed inside.

During our after lunch walk in the park, the weather started turning. Big black ominous looking clouds appeared and floated together making a single mass like the evil mother-ships in V.

As we walked in the door, it fell. And fell. It drenched everything then, as quickly as it had appeared, it disappeared. A good kind of rain…as long as you’re not in it.

I did a bit more in the compost department before heading for the office to start finding high brow articles on the Dail Mail online website (there are none) for Mirinda’s doctorate.

The new compost position

Quite a productive day all told.