I did what "the book" said - I measured all my beds then made the calculation to figure out how many cubic yards of compost I would need for my gardens. I came up with 9 cubic yards. Holy smokes! Can that be right? I do the calculations again. Yes, 9 cubic yards of the dark smelly stuff.
I really could not bring myself to ask DH for $400 worth of compost (plus the $80 delivery fee). We ordered 4 cubic yards instead. Whew! It arrived on Friday and it was a LARGE pile!
Ok, so immediately I get started Friday afternoon in moving it to beds around the yard. I move about 4 wheel barrows full. Then I had to pick up DH from the airport (this takes about 5 hours with the traffic for mardi gras and us stupidly deciding to eat downtown). We get back and I am bushed so I go to bed.
Getting up early the next morning, I look at the pile of compost. It does not seem any smaller after I moved a lot of it yesterday! Huh - so I get started again. I work almost continuously until DH comes out at 1 pm (just getting up!) and asks if I am going to take a break soon. DH then asks if I have moved any of the pile since yesterday. What?!?! It seemed to him that the pile was not going down very fast. Huh (again)! I tell him I worked on most of the beds and after I get most into the beds, we can use some on the lawn and move a few wheelbarrows full to the backyard. The rest can go to our wonderful neighbors who let me borrow their wheelbarrow.
I work for another hour with DH's help. We clean up a bit and proceed to go to a celebratory lunch. As we walk out the door I see the pile. It looks just as big as it did yesterday. *sigh* I'll work on it tomorrow...
PS: I'll post some pictures tomorrow too...
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