The People You Will Meet at the Compost Pile

Our inner selves come out while shoveling free compost

My leaf compost pile spills over my driveway in my Cherry Hill, New Jersey home. Photo by author.

The dirt on my nose made my wife suspicious that I had been messing around. “Anyone interesting this time?” she asked me.

“There’s always someone interesting at the compost pile,” I replied. “But not today. Today I was alone.”