More news from the gardenMere havenyt

     Lørdag aften og hele natten til søndag regnede det. Lørdag aften var Uglemor og Skribenten ude i to omgange og hølde 100 liter vand fra vandtøndenover i frøsøen. Så nåede vandet lige op over første etage igen. Søndag mprgen var tønden fuld igen. Da vi kom hjem fra kirke, spiste vi kager, så klarede det op og blev soldkinsvejr. Uglemor tog atter engang bor, hammer og sav med ud, men denne gang bad jeg Skribenten om hjælp med at flytte pallerne, der var blevet tungere af nattens regn.
     Skribenten havde også flyttet den halvomsatte kompost væk, så nu smattede Uglemor rundt i lerbunden og fjernede de to sidste paller - mistanken var god nok, de skulle udskiftes. Der var et gammelt murstensfundament der skulle flyttes og forhøjes. Så gav Skribenten igen en hånd med at holde pallerne på plads og skubbe til de sidste mursten mens Uglemor skruede beslagene fast - hvor er det bare meget nemmere at være to om den slags.
     Mens Skribenten skovlede den våde, halvomsatte kompost på plads igen. Tak! Savede Uglemor de sidste brædder til den venstred del. Og så var kompostbeholderen lige pludselig færdig. Et sidste lille bræt i overskud blev til en holder til en opvaskebørste, såbehøver vi ikke at lede efter den, når kompostspanden trænger til en skrubber. Se detailbillede i højre hjørne.

It rained Saturday evening and all through Sunday nigth. Saturday evening, MotherOwl and the Writer went out twice and poured 100 litres of water from the water barrel into the Frogpond. Then the water rose just above the first terrace again. By Sunday morning the barrel was full again. When we got home from church, we ate cakes, then the sun broke through and sunny weather returned, cooler, but still.

MotherOwl once again picked up drill, hammer and saw, but this time asked the Writer for help moving the pallets, which were made even heavier with the night's rain.

The Writer had also moved the half-decomposed compost away, so now MotherOwl scrabbled around in the mud and removed the last two pallets - the suspicion held, they needed replacing. There was an old brick foundation that needed to be moved and raised. Then the Writer lend me a hand holding the pallets in place and pushing the last bricks while I screwed on the homemade fasteners -- it's just so much easier to do this with four hands.

While the Writer shovelled the wet heavy semi-compost back into place (Thank you!) MotherOwl sawed the last boards for the left section. And then the compost bin was suddenly finished. One last small surplus board became a holder for a dishwashing brush, so we don't have to always search for it when the compost bucket needs a scrubbing. See detail image in the right corner.

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