compost

Here is our compost. A pile of poo basically, courtesy of Rayleen who also gave us the rooster which we killed and ate and which threatened to give me the chicken raising bug. It has grass clippings on it, sometimes seaweed and this batch also has rooster feathers in it.

We steal the neighbour's lawn clippings from where they dump them by the stream. I'd like to do more stealing but it is difficult to steal efficiently with a wheelbarrow, a four year old, and a baby in a pushchair. Fionn likes to push the pushchair down the hilly driveway and straight into the road. I don't like him to.

My favourite handyman is outside doing outdoor jobs in the rain. This is entirely appropriate as he has had two weekend sleep ins and I have had none.