When my teen daughter still attended elementary school, I liked to garden. I have a small yard in an urban setting but it was enough to hold some herbs & a few vegetables.
I noticed quickly that my soil was mostly clay. To rectify this, I started composting.
I turned the area under my deck into my pile of decomposing refuse. I took a plastic coffee can with a lid and collected the compostables from our kitchen.
Now that plastic bucket gets stinky. But nothing a session with the hose can’t rectify.
The soil that this makes is so rich and dark.
But it’s the “turning” that makes me happy. That’s when you periodically dig holes and bury your freshest fruit-and-vegetable bits to the bottom of the pile.
I have my own shovel and I love to dig and rearrange and mix all the different stages of compost.
It makes me happy.