Alright, background here: it's a sunny afternoon in London. I set out to find a big patch of comfrey, from which I might be able to dig a littlle bit of root up, so I could grow some in my garden for the pile/to make my own tomato food.
My local park is actually an overgrown graveyard, and the only patch I find is literally ona grave, which feels a little too much like grave robbing. I look around but find none, and crestfallen, head home.
At the very least, I think, I can fill my bag up with dead leaves from the street for those sweet sweet browns to mix with coffee grounds later, so I go ahead and do that.
I'm on my way to another park near me, when lo and behold what do I see by the road but about 8 bulging green bags full of some kind of garden waste. I crack a bag on the off-chance its goodies and lo and behold, its nettles, comfrey, all sorts, all mowed and bagged up.
No need to grow it anymore, got the comfrey stash sorted. Today the compost gods looked upon me and smiled – I'll pour a stinky comfrey juice libation in their honour.
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