What happens with all those prunings? COMPOST!!

So – if you thought that now the pruning is over I’d be able to put my feet up, you would be mistaken!!
A marginally less taxing weekend’s gardening was had – completing tasks that were not of quite such gargantuan proportions as the previous weeks.  It ended with a cup of tea in Sunday’s late afternoon sun, and a serious bout of compost making.  This is not for the faint hearted – even with a tractor involved – as I run around like a lunatic with buckets of manure, blood & bone, worm liquid and a hose – getting in a dose of one or the other before Larry comes back with another tractor load of my assorted prunings – green or dry/chipped.  It’s a workout & a half I can tell you (not accounting for not wanting to be run over by the man in the driver’s seat!). 
And I am delighted we have the next season’s compost underway.  Now it will be turned each week, til its cooked. The smell is sensational!!