I have been building a compost pile for a few years now, waiting to have enough to justify a full day’s rental of a spreader for the tractor. I think the heap is just about right.
Wealth can be measured with many different standards. But a mound of loose, sweet compost surely deserves recognition as a kind of wealth. I find myself sifting it through my fingers the way a TV miser pours gold coins between his hands. And of course, keeping it in a pile is a kind of miserly hoarding. To make the wealth something truly valuable, I need to spread the compost on the chicken pastures and let it be incorporated into the soil. Then we can complete the cycle of regenerative agriculture.
“The soil is the great connector of lives, the source and destination of all. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease passes into health, age into youth, death into life. Without proper care for it we can have no community, because without proper care for it we can have no life.”? Wendell Berry, The Unsettling of America: Culture and Agriculture