This...was great fun.
We made garden boxes together last week. Woody predrilled the holes for the screws, then helped hold the boards together while I drilled the screws in. So, this week was time to avail ourselves of the city's cheap compost. He wondered why it was so warm when he dug deep into the pile. We talked about the decomposition process, and I realized for the first time that compost and decomposition were related. Turns out they share the Latin root compositus, to put together.
He made avalanches to help bring the material down after I had dug quite a bit out, and we had a quick discussion about doing things that are probably safe, but that there might be a rule against. This picture is taken on the back side of the compost mountain, the opposite side from the solid waste facility office, and Woody thought he wouldn't make a conspicuous stand at the very top of the mountain, just in case.