Vegetable

I am a hopeless enthusiast in all sorts of ventures.  Like gardening.  Often if you peer out of a neighbour’s window in the morning, you’ll see me in my dressing gown pottering down the garden to piss in my compost bin.  Adds nitrogen apparently.    First one of the day - always the richest. Piles of off-fruit and vegetable rot away happily.  I’ve destroyed bank statements, junk mail and packaging. Lawn cuttings and weeds rest in mounds.  Great colonies of unknown bugs thrive on the mulch and waddle their gorged bodies away when I lift the lid.  It’s produced some unexpected results.  My bed of ‘Mixed Wild Flowers’ flourished.  Grew very wild indeed and slightly lowered the tone of the street.  A couple of plants took particularly well.  Note to self - potato peelings grow potatoes; tomatoes grew tomatoes.  Vegetable, anyone?