Since Christmas I’ve watched the evenings grow lighter and lighter. First, it was great to leave work before it got dark, then to get home before darkness fell. Now, there is enough light to be able to manage half an hour or so in the garden, if I so desire. And I certainly do!
So, having failed to achieve all I would have liked yesterday when I was at home all day, I set to work this evening on emptying the finishing compost bin in readiness for its new contents in the near future. The result was almost two full bags of compost, ready to use. That equates to about 70 or 80 litres of the stuff – even better than I had originally estimated last autumn.
Yes, the bags look like stable manure but that has already gone on the front lawn. Now, I am debating whether to use the new contents in the same place as there is some cardboard which is as yet uncovered.
Anyway, whilst taking the compost out of the bin, I stood on a pot which was nearby. Damn, I have broken it, I thought. But not too badly. And this mishap made me pay attention to its contents.
Another spring flower has emerged. I can’t remember its name – it was given to me by one of my colleagues – but I think I need to find a spot in the ground for it, don’t you?