The compost pile is started.
The life churning within last falls piles awakened with the spring.
Worms. Mold.
I chopped up leaves with my weed whacker, first using a plastic garbage can as my blender container, and then just digging directly into the pile itself.
I don't remember being this excited about a project in some time.
But I can't wait to make the soil rich.
Juan and Pedro were appreciative, I think, of being able to drop the yard waste there in a pile.
I may ask them to bring all of it to me - run several piles behind the garage, and begin reclaiming the concrete, little by little.
And tonight, a most fascinating array of creatures feast on decay, warming up the heart of the pile with their party. My job now simply to distribute the activity, make sure the guest circulate among the offering.
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