Alan Titchmarsh the television gardening presenter refers to the compost heap as the boiler house of the garden. Our particular boiler has in recent days been recharged with the shredded prunings from the Mulberry trees.
Antonio down at the restaurant in Vilamala has been persuaded to supply me with the coffee grounds from the overworked machine in that establishment, they too have added into the heap.
I thought I would ask Olga & Angel fellow restauranteurs, if they too would save their coffee grounds for our compost. Olga said she would but when I next visited the premises, she said that she had mentioned the arrangement to her father a fellow landowner, who had told Olga to forget about the coffee grounds as he would supply me with a sack of ‘animal abono’ i.e. goat and horse manure. His gift was greatly appreciated, and he has promised that from time to time he will provide a sack of the same mix. The Manure provided a good heart for the heap and helped the composting process to fire up the heap.
It was whilst on another trip to Banyoles to show the lake to our most recent visitors; that I saw another golden garden opportunity. On the edge of the lake, I saw glistening in the light of the setting sun a pile of recently deposited horse manure. I told my companions that if I had had a sack with me I would have claimed the heap as my own.
After a walk along the shore of
On arrival at the Finca back at the pueblo I added the fuel to the ‘boiler house’ and considered it a job well done. That evening Carol and Joan stayed in to watch a television show.
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