Saturday, 13 March 2010
Anyhow, I've been shifting an old compost heap at the very end of my plot. I piled it up with heavy clay that was totally unworkable when I first cultivated the plot. The wind, rain and frosts of several winters have worked wonders and that juvenile delinquent equivilent of earth, has become a reformed character and is now ready to be reintroduced into society. Well, back into my beds anyway.
The heap was at the very end of the photograph above - you might be able to see the darker earth on the two end beds (or bed and a half), where I have now spread the soil.
The original compost heap also had soil from a pond I dug. The pond is situated at the far end, adjacent to the weeping willow. Yes, I know the tree isn't easy to make out, but give me a break, it is only March.
More about the pond another day...