Deep in the Compost bins something stirred. . .

March 4th.

The most exciting thing in the garden which has happened lately has been inside the compost bins.  On the allotment I have four, in varying stages of decay and regeneration into usable material, and the first one, piled up with layers of all sorts of crud and corruption has transformed itself over the winter into the classic sweet-smelling dark brown  feathery compost you read about in books!  Easy to dig out, light to fork into the soil, it has produced enough to cover my two big main beds, mulch the current bushes and gooseberries and provide feed for the  raspberry canes I inherited when Jayne decided to dig over her raspberry bor4der and grow flowers for bees instead.  When I think of all the vegetable peelings, weeds, old leaves, eggshells and even the odd mussel shell which went into this bin, I feel I have shared in a little magic. Bins 2, 3 and 4 are younger and therefore less experienced, but the scheme obviously works.   I have produced compost in previous years but this has been  the best by far.  Now we just have to produce the crops!

About mrsgarnettsgarden

After a life in International Development where I have seen many resililent women farmers bring abundance out of almost nothing, I'm now more often at home in Derbyshire with my husband David, a retired Archdeacon who runs the churches on the Chatsworth estate. Our garden and my allotment are the setting for a little diary of plants and pottering, aided and abetted by our dogs, Spaniel jess, and Collie, Pip. David is a hen fanatic so the chicken runs encroach ever nearer the house. I work freelance as an assessor for Comic Relief International grants, and also run a little not for profit agency to help African women get going in business, called "Lasting Solutions."
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