Steaming Pile
There is a steaming pile of filth in my backyard and I could not be happier.
That’s because the steaming pile isn’t a giant turd: it’s a heap of compost, and the steam indicates the lawn and leaf waste, along with vegetable scraps and coffee grounds I throw in every week, is beginning to cook down. In a few weeks it will be a rich, black, nutrient-filled soil amendment ready to be cultivated into my garden beds, and i couldn’t be happier (except, perhaps, with an even bigger steaming pile of filth).
