Almost three years ago we inherited a delightful and established cottage garden awash with colour and vibrancy despite the drought from the summer of 2009.
On three sides the elderly 18ft grisolinea hedge provided privacy but blocked a great deal of sunlight and was distinctly bare and leggy at base. We plucked up courage and had the hedge drastically trimmed to half, mulched the cut-offs into a huge pile which then dressed the shrubbery, rockery and sweeping flowerbeds. It produced a huge amount of green and brown stuff which was tossed into the straggley hedgerow boundary and I burnt the weeds using shiny supermarket mailers as fire starters.
I avidly saved raw kitchen scraps which went to my compost bin. Mark 1 was a plastic dustbin with largish holes drilled inside and bottom and secured firmly with a clipover lid. As the seasons changed, I began to use the mower to catch and mulch autumn leaves (so much easier than raking them in a howling gale)and started another series of compost containers of wire netting baskets a metre high wide and which are light enough to drag around the garden. I now have three at various stages of rotting.
Mark 2 compost bin "proper"was acquired and after a little research I began a more scientific approach to building the right layers of waste.
I found that plants need three key things from the soil for healthy growth - water, air and nutrients. Composting is an aerobic process that takes time and patience and like any baking recipe it needs the right ingredients - three parts soft rapidly-decomposing green matter to one part of woody slower-decomposing matter and the right temperature.