A compost heap!
Yes, I know, a strange thing to dream of. One of the things I am looking forward to when we move out of Athens, apart from having a little more space to live in, is having a little more space to live out. Hopefully! We will begin our search for something to rent in the coming week. Let's hope it is not too exhausting.
I am a country girl, really. Wasn't built for the big city. So for me it will sort of be a coming home only 2,000 miles away from home! Each time we visit my parents in the North West of England I enjoy their garden, the amount of time we spend in it, and the fruits of their hard work. Or should I say vegetables of their hard work? (That's my Dad there at the back.)
These are the things the kids planted with their Grandad in April when we visited. Everything has really sprouted up! Must be all the lovely rain! They always have a really great time together planting vegetables. They get so absorbed. I am really looking forward to having even a little bit of outdoor space to grow something with the kids. It tastes much better when you have grown it yourself! It is much more entertaining and wholesome for them than watching TV, although they do plenty of that when we go to England as well.
Which brings us to the compost heap. My Dad has a really big one at the top of the garden. It feels so good having a compost heap. It's like giving back, and it feels so "green". It can only be good for everyone.
These were the thoughts going through my mind as I prepared the Yemista the other day. I had a pile of potato skin, pepper seeds and stalks off the herbs. They were just begging to be composted!
A girl can dream, can't she?