I pushed my veggie garden boundaries into the turf this afternoon and took a wheelbarrow full of weeds to the compost. Next door the yard got the first big mow of spring and I called George, who does her mowing, to ask what he bagged. All leaves and grass (no trash thrown in the mix.) I picked up all eight bags, and though the live oak leaves break down slowly, they do break down. I tossed the contents of one bag onto the compost this afternoon, then spread my barrow of weeds over the top. The pile will grow all year, will sit undisturbed in the yard next year, and in two years it will be just fine for compost. This spring the pile I made two years ago is perfect.

I worked too long on the yard and didn't get a walk with the dogs, but I at least got a lot of exercise.

Moonglow is coming down for lunch tomorrow, and I'll have her poke around in the stuff I'm sorting in her room. Nothing is etched in stone, placement-wise, and maybe she'll have some suggestions for organizing after working in a theater costume workshop for the last couple of years.

SRS