I Love The Fact That…
Today I filled the second trailer and truck-load full of stuff to take over to the new place. The first load, yesterday, was of compost and wood. This load will include chicken-wire, 100-feet of flexible drainage pipe, a generator and some fencing.
I love the fact that moving for us these days involves the transport of dirt, small livestock and things like rolls of drainage pipe. I love the fact that none of our friends in Floyd think we’re crazy for taking all that time to shovel and move a couple piles of decomposing manure, wood shavings, straw and food scraps. Compost is like a recipe you’ve had in the oven for a year. Who would leave it?
But we did leave enough split wood to get the new owner well into the winter, if not all the way through. And she’s going to have plenty of beans, corn, tomatoes, squash, apples, grapes, chard and melons next month as well. I can’t help it if I’m attached to my compost. It goes where I go. And I love that fact.
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I never thought to take my compost pile with me when I moved. I’m kicking myself now. The gal that bought my place doesn’t garden. I spent YEARS building my soil up to perfection. Heaps of compost. A lovely greenhouse. All sitting unused. I could cry…..
Love it. We’re in the process of moving as well. I really want to take one of salvia plants (we have 3 that look like bushes with 21/2 ft diameters) in our front bed. It would be too obvious; however, I am taking the goldenrod in the back because people mistakenly think it’s a hay fever plant (ragweed blooms at same time). My parents gave us the goldenrod from their house. Wasn’t doing anything in Evergreen. Once we move in (Park Hill) we’ll get their 20, possible 30 year old rhubarb, which came from equally old rhubarb plants from my now late grandparents’ yard in Cleveland. My grandfather raised bees; they had cherry trees– jam was so good. Things come full circle. Congrats on becoming Floydians? Floydites?
Andtea, that sounds like some loved rhubarb. Maybe someday we will have some plants that we have tended for that long. We just need to learn to stay in one place long enough!
Sue, if it makes you feel any better I’m sure your compost is doing more good on a lawn than it would be in an aerobic land-fill. There’s always a bright side.
Awesome idea, moving compost. Now I’m tempted to move some of my 20 year mulched and loved-on dirt from the city up to Virginia, where I just spent the weekend digging up garlic out of “concrete”
Good luck with the rest of the move! A photo of your truck full of chickens etc. would be entertaining BTW…
I’m still using the compost bin you gave me.
@ Travis – Sweet! Has it produced any black gold for you yet?
I should have a decent amount in the fall to put on my garden.