I think I’m obsessed. It must be my age. I just spent another two hours outside in the flowerbeds. I’m getting better and better and getting up great long roots of nettles. Half of what I pulled up was just dead stuff lying on top of the other plants – no green fingers needed to work out if it was good or bad.
Now I just need to figure out what to do with it all. I filled a bin at the weekend and another today and there's still another huge pile of debris by the garden wall. It’s another week till green bin collection day. I know nothing about composting other than that nettles must be drowned for a month before they can be composted.
A bonfire perhaps?
My hands are tingling. If this habit is to continue I must equip myself with gloves offer some protection. And with a nail brush.
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