Pumpkins dead and alive
A yard of compost was delivered in our driveway last Saturday.
As he dumped the compost I snapped away and the driver kept repeating “You’re taking pictures!” Could he be worried that I would cause trouble once I realized how low quality this compost was? He would be right to worry. Last year the compost was very dark and smelled strongly like manure. Maybe the manure component wasn’t composted enough. But it was better than this years batch which had no manure smell, was much lighter and was loaded with sand! Who wants sand in their compost? What were they thinking? I haven’t called them yet, but I will.
Here it is in piles in our yard. It took twelve wheelbarrow trips all by myself. The garden muse was in Disneyland with the band. The cats wasted no time making themselves at home in the new sand/compost piles.
Even camera shy Jackie can’t resist.
Here’s a progress photo of the pumpkin patch.
I tried transfering some into newspaper pots for Michelle, but here’s the result. 
The photo is blurry but I’m not re-taking a shot of dead pumpkins. Its no lie that they don’t like their roots disturbed.
