Compost Happens

 My Sunday morning started off with a fine compost delivery! 

 It was a nice hot batch.  Look at the steam rising off of it.
Some of the compost got stuck in the corner, so the delivery driver helped scoop and shovel it out, while My Pirate supervised. 
This is what 7.5 yards of fine compost looks like in my driveway.  I have my work cut out for me this next month.  What on earth am I going to do with all of this, you ask?  I top dress my beds  and Victory Garden with two to three inches of compost every other year, to help my garden thrive. 

As I was taking pictures of the compost heap, a white haired gentleman out walking his aging poodle said with a dry laugh, "I see a whole pile of Aleve (pain reliever) there.  That’s what I see!" 

As he walked off chuckling to himself,  a blue mini van whipped up and a lady exclaimed with a smile, “Oh my!  You have a fun day ahead of you!  We’re doing it too on a smaller scale at our house.  You inspire us.”

Aleve and inspiration, that about sums it up.  Compost makes me and my garden happy.  Plus I get entertained by my neighbors' comments.  My spring training is underway.  If you need to reach me, you can find me out in the garden spreading compost.  And if you need some compost, I'm happy to share.