The last couple of weekends gave Mrs. Defogger and I some good photo ops, mostly with our grandson.  He turned 18 months old just a few days ago, and he has CUTE down to a science.

He loves this little slide we picked up for him at a recent
yard sale.

Later, he helped himself to Grandpa's hat, so Grandma
made him pose.

Here he is checking out Grandma's hanging basket of flowers.

As I said, most of the photo ops were of the grandson, but not all of them:

As you know, I love to play in the dirt, and I am fascinated by the composting process.  This is this spring's batch, after the first turning.  It began as leaves, weeds, lawn thatch, grass clippings, kitchen vegetable waste, and a lot of straw, and almost filled the first bin to the top.  It has already reduced to about 60% of its original volume, and contains a lot of black humus.  Although the straw is breaking down nicely, the stuff is still fibrous enough that it requires a fork to work it.

Last summer's batch is now safely stored in the little black plastic compost bin on the right.  It is easily dug with a shovel.  The bin on the left is now empty, ready to receive new material.  I have some shrub clippings, grass clippings, weeds, black-and-white newspaper, and wood shavings ready to dump in there.  Maybe some sphagnum peat moss, too. 

Okay, I'm weird, but I think compost is awesome . . .