There’s something strangely humbling about sifting compost. Maybe it’s the whole ‘man thou art dust’ thing on the one hand or maybe it’s also that compost is a world in and of itself; an environment lending life to an entire ecosystem of which our gardens are only a small end-result part of. I mean, do you think that an earthworm gives a damn about our tomatoes or our nutrition; I don’t. He’s just doing what he does naturally. Compost lets you know there’s a lot more out there than you.
So there I was sifting and feeling happy yet woefully inadequate and human. It doesn’t help that when you sift, you get an up close look at the life that teems within it. Frankly for some, getting an up close look at the life that exists within their compost may not be the most enjoyable part of the gig because life does teem. There’s an assortment of critters running hither and tither; mostly wood lic