In the time of the virus: filling the bin

On alternate Fridays the local council empties the green bin – that’s the one for garden waste.  They take it away and make compost with it.  I use my green bin for things I can’t make compost with at home – weed roots and seeds (especially those like bindweed), larger prunings, things with seeds that my heap may not get hot enough to kill.  The municipal composting plant is on an altogether different scale and can deal with that kind of stuff.

So the day before, the race is on to make sure that I’ve done my weeding and pruning to fill the bin up.  This was one of those days.  My main aim for the day was to go round the garden weeding and trimming and fill that bin.

As I’m writing this, it’s making me wonder whether I should be adopting a different strategy, and making more of my own compost instead of buying in cow muck to rot down in my allotment bins.  Something to think about and read more about – but to do that, I’d need to have or borrow a chopper to put it through.  Maybe that’s something they have at the library of things – again, something to look into.

In the meantime, today I mostly did a lot of weeding and clearing.  Which was good, because I was fit for not much else, and I ended the day feeling like I’ve achieved something I wanted to get done.

The pre-op call from the hospital was not encouraging – depending on how it is on Monday, as I feared the boil may prevent me from having the operation next week.  Here’s hoping it miraculously disappears in the meantime (no signs of that right now though…).

This afternoon I took a walk to one of the local parks and dropped off the face coverings on the way.  The park was a delight, good to see people there enjoying the stunning views over Bath.  Our council and the Friends Of group have done us proud with a remodelling of one part of the park which has a panorama view over Bath and beyond. 

On the way home I had something of a scavenger’s delight: I got permission to take away chunks of rebar from one house where they’re building on at the back (I’ll use it on the allotment for growing stuff up and for edging); from another house where the builders are in permission to have two good wooden pallets (to finish the allotment fencing); and from another house with builders in, a stack of stone flags no longer wanted (they’ll make a good level stand for my allotment water butts).

A day that began not so well ended well.

I hope your day ends well, and that I’ll see you tomorrow xx