Maybe my garden worms will sing this!

This song reminds me of what I was doing this very morning - working in my vegetable patch! I have been trying to work out how to contain my compost bin when the ancient tin bathtub we currently make compost in finally rusts to nothing. There must be some way to fence in the manure...

From my earliest years as a kid in England, through to my current middle-aged life, vegetable gardens have always given me pleasure. Compost pits are a valuable part of keeping the vegetables growing well without needing to buy anything in addition to packets of seed. My father used to have a small patch of garden beside a large shrub and a shed originally, then a different area later on. Since moving to our current address, we have used an old sunken bathtub we found in the back yard, behind the dunny. Originally, this was a pond someone had created, but there was no water by the time we moved in, and it looked a little rusty to maintain as such, so became the compost pit. We started tossing in the food scraps on top of a small amount of soil, banana peel, carrot tops, potato skins, plain cardboard, egg shells, yukky external cabbage leaves, etc. We soon had glorious manure ready to use.

Over the past year, I have been working more at my writing and less in the yard. The manure pit has gotten rather out of hand, grass growing in it, roots clogging up the fine soils, and weeds overlapping the rusted edges of the bath tub. I fixed it up this morning, and once again have a decent compost area. However, the bathtub is almost rusted to nothing and I need to separate the compost from the surrounding ornamental grasses, geraniums, and nasturtiums. I do not know quite what to replace the bathtub with - but my crazy sense of humor could just imagine the worms in my compost pit singing this song to me as I tossed and turned various ideas, such as woven stick fence, a line of bricks, etc.