Pounding Sand
Sunny and warm. High near 70. Pax and I took a bike ride to the prairie which heated him enough to require a jump in the pond, which required a hose-down once home. Fortunately, the hose had been reconnected now that its spring. And after the dog, Sue's car.
Pax and I found several of these on on morning walk. I suppose it makes sense; if you're going to litter it might as well be Earthchoice.
Spent a few hours pounding the old chiminea to pieces. The ancient Amazon indians turned sterile rainforest soil into highly productive gardens using charcoal (or biochar) and pottery fragments as soil amendments.
While I was in the garden I thought I'd rotate the compost—everything shifted one bin. Surprise, two inches down all frozen solid.