The Compost Heap

I thought it was about time I introduced the compost heap to the fray. The dog (Holly, a yellow labrador) loves the compost heap - the current one that is, and until recently spent many a happy hour excavating for things that still tasted good to a labrador, and which also fulfilled her need to decorate the garden. If you have a labrador you will already know they are keen on decorating gardens. Ours prefers the wreckage of decayed sticks, but flowerpots, if I am rash enough to leave them about are excellent too.

The compost heap provides a whole range of treasure. Licked-out eggshells, and, oh bliss of bliss, avocado skins add a final delicate touch to a labrador's idea of garden heaven. Alas for the dog, I uncovered a handy bit of metal framework in the barn. We have had it for years, not quite sure what to use it for, even though it's one of those things that was obviously created to do something. It now sits neatly on top of the compost heap, ready to deter the dog. Her scavenging habits, and cast-iron stomach, hadn't lead to any disasters, but I felt it was only a matter of time.


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