The View From The Compost Pile

The compost pile, where I have spent most of the last two days. We use a three bin system, with each bin about three feet on a side.  I needed to empty one bin of finished compost, and transfer what was in the other two to the next bin down the line. This made more room for clearing old stuff out of the various gardens.  I really wanted it done before it (finally) rains this weekend, and gets heavier.

Something I was wondering about while shoveling. How is it possible to get to the bottom of a well-digested pile of compost, and find perfectly preserved carrots? Is it a sign from a Higher Power? Maybe some obscure Bunny God that I am not aware of (but should be) is saying plant more carrots for Weasley? Or maybe bunnies don't bother with a Higher Power (after all, what could be higher?), and it's Ginny sending me a sign to plant more carrots for him? Maybe I should just stop thinking so much, and plant the darn carrots!

Turning the compost is not my favorite garden job, but at least I had a nice view while I was doing this job. The fruit trees and shrubs in the backyard are in blossom.

Way in the back of this picture, behind the patio and fire-pit, but in front of the flowering beach plum shrubs is a rock garden, that is in serious need of renovations. It is watched over by St. Francis.

I'm not overly into the saints, but you've got to love a guy who looks out for the animals. This resin statue was originally in our bunny graveyard, under the lilac. He got moved here when The Husband got a concrete one for the cemetery that he thought was better. I kept this guy, because I like him better. He has bunnies. Enough said, right?

Hoppy weekend, everybun!