My Fair Share

I have never really had the patience for composting. Turning, building, watering, etc all seems a bit too planned for the way I tend to be … which is to say that I am probably just a bit disorganised, dithery and downright scatterbrained.

But, I did try earlier this year. I built the thing almost as high as me. I tended it and did the right things, and then got distracted and forgot about it. I must have known that I would, because I built it straight on one of the vegetable garden beds.

Well, today, I thought I would see if I could resurrect that spot where the sticks and leaves and poo and all the other stuff was put all those months ago.

I cleared away the surface of compacted lawn clippings, and beneath them I did find arguably the richest soil on our block.

And I remembered why I prefer to focus on building soil instead of making compost: I’m lazy, and nature takes care of the rest.