This was Tuesday morning.
Four yards of compost were delivered. Tom did put his coffee down, and we both got to work.
This was noon on Thursday. By now he was pacing himself, one load of compost, one sip of coffee.
Yep, that pile is gone. The last of it went into this spare trash can for future use. We didn't know where to put it in the yard, having mulched everything we planned to do.
We got everything picked up, cleaned up and put away before lunch. Then I spent a few minutes sitting here on this bench in the sun before washing up.
The weather is changing, and by Friday evening we will probably have rain, but the warmth this week has brought out the forsythia and the first flowering plum and wild cherry trees. Spring is here.