Am I greedy?

I had 6 yards of compost delivered to my driveway last Wednesday, and there are few other things that cause me to express the same level of glee as I did for the hours after it was dumped. I feel sort of glutinous, like I’m taking more than my share. …when, in fact, there is plenty out there, and I’m supporting the municipal compost city by paying their overpriced delivery fee.

I’m wondering where I should start– the vegetable garden (though there are mesclun mix babes coming up, and I am wondering if I should scoop them out with soil and all, put more compost down, and then put them back?? ), the front yard so I can start my edible landscaping endevours with peas and chard, in the back where weedy shrubby things are all along the fence, and i’m anxious to build up cut flower beds… or elsewhere? It’s yard ADD for me, so I find myself just shoveling into the wheelbarrow and then pushing it around, pausing at each location– and then this morning just decided not to decide, and to go get ready for work instead… So sits a full wheelbarrow of compost in the middle of my back yard.

The big project that I hope to get done in ‘06, though I’m becoming less optimistic about, is a cedar greenhouse. Got cedar at 1/2 price at a box store– thanks to a hot tip over email one day– plenty for a 9×11 greenhouse– and worked with my architect-father on a design. Even decided that I’ll design so my windows, which I’m replacing in my house this spring (2 done, 10 to go!) will become the side windows for it, and I’ll use polycarbonate on the top. I can’t wait, but know that replacing the windows, and painting the house, and now moving this 6 yards of compost and starting an ambitious garden season 2 at my house, will all take precedence– so maybe the greenhouse will become a fall project.

I’m going to go ogle at my beautiful compost pile now, and then move a little, and then get back to work…