Right, I’ve settled back in after my trip to England, and feel like taking on a project again.
A compost heap is well overdue; the soil here is a mixture of lime and clay, which is fine for the almonds and olives, but for vegetables a little more organic material is badly needed.
I’ve decided to use the metal cage from a watercube ruptured beyond use, and to line it with wooden blinds recovered from the local tip.
It needs to be sited in the shade, as it’s the moisture in the constituents which fosters the growth of the bacteria which will help to break the green matter down into some nice loam.
After levelling the ground, I manhandled the cage into place, lined it with the blinds, and installed two planks at the base which can be slid out to get access to the compost when it’s ready.
I’ve found a local stable which is delighted that I want to cart away its horse dung, and I shall add vegetable leavings and tea and coffee grounds into the mix.
I was delighted to see the spuds starting to flower – an unexpectedly attractive bloom for such a prosaic vegetable. I’m told potatoes are related to the Deadly Nightshade, and indeed its flower is noticeably similiar:
And the poppies are producing flower after flower, a symbol of rebirth and hope that never fails to move me.
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