Speaking of dirty old men, I’m deep into compost these days. I intended to harvest one wheelbarrow full each day this week, but enthusiasm won: today I filled the wheelbarrow four times.
The photo shows the screening process. I shovel from the old pile. Fully composted material falls into the wheelbarrow (about 75% of the stuff), the remainder is brushed into the tub and returned to the new pile.
There you see gardener’s gold, ready for the flower beds. While I can preach a mighty powerful sermon about compost, I will refrain and hope that your imagination can accomplish more than my sermon might.