Finished compost!The compost heap was one of the first things we added to the yard when we moved into this house two years ago. F built it for me out of leftover pallets from our fireplace wood, and at first, I was so excited about it that I saved every little scrap of vegetable and yard waste I could find for it. But over the course of a year or so, we found that it was too cold in winter to go out and dump scraps on the heap, and that it was too much of a pain to go out and turn every week, so the pile fell into disuse...
...until this year. You see, we were forced to buy compost to enrich the deep beds this year-- it cost about $50 for a cubic yard-and-a-half of the stuff, and that amount still wasn't enough to feed my aspirations. Our soil is pretty nice, but the best garden soil comes from years of good amendment practices and lots of organic matter. So after the beds were filled, I began to despair that there hadn't been enough compost left from that yard-and-a-half to enrich the uppermost layer of soil.
That's when I remembered the compost pile.
On the outside, it looked pretty much the same as the way we'd left it eighteen months earlier-- like a big sunken pile of dried-out grass. But digging deeper, I discovered what gardeners call "black gold"-- beautiful finished compost. With glee, I set the uppermost layers aside and shoveled three inches of homemade compost on the tops of my planted vegetable beds as mulch.

Having rediscovered this lost backyard resource, I've decided that the pile needs to be tended again. So a couple of days ago, I went out and thoroughly turned it. Lawn clippings that F had just added to the pile went to the bottom, covered by a layer of shredded paper. Next came the sod I had cleared in preparation for the garden almost two months ago (which was already decomposing nicely). Then more shredded paper. Then... ugh!
The most disgusting smell to be found outside of a sewer hit my nostrils as I reached the layer beneath the sod. Luckily, I was prepared for this eventuality, but the neighbors must have come home to a nasty surprise when stepping out of their air-conditioned cars-- the center of the compost pile had become an anaerobic mass of slimy, squishy, smelly sludge, and the stink immediately began to waft through the neighborhood.
Dear neighbors: I'm very, very sorry. (But not sorry enough to stop composting) ;-)

Another thing about this layer of the pile: it was full of earthworms! Now, I already knew there were earthworms in the pile-- I rejoiced when I saw them wriggling their way down through the compost mulch into my beds. But they don't belong in the type of fast pile that I'm now trying to build, in which the center heats up to temperatures inhospitable to worms and their ilk. I flipped them into the turned pile along with the sludge and more paper, but they will soon have to find another home.
Finally, beneath the slime, there was more finished compost to be had! I cheerfully stored it for later use by shoveling it into a spare 44-gallon trash can-- the garden's equivalent of a well-stocked pantry larder.
One of the most interesting things I found in the finished compost was what at first appeared to be an intact avocado pit. Just as I was making a mental note not to add any more avocado pits to the pile, I picked it out of the bin with my fingers and the papery outer covering crumbled in my hand, revealing a core made of perfectly smooth, rich compost. Nifty stuff :-)