One of the few joys I have in life is tending my compost. Tend amounts to adding leaves and adding scraps from the house. I don’t turn it or worry about nitrogen/carbon balancing or worry too much about what I cannot add. I am responsible for a little ecosystem, for building a little hill of something which erodes by the tons into the rivers and oceans. I hardly even use the finished soil, just keep piling on, building up.
On a somewhat related note, apparently my niece mentioned compost at school. She sometimes goes back with me when I have something to add to it. I wonder if one or both of the niblings will take an interest in anything I do later on in life. It would be good to teach them a few things schools and their mom will not be able to show them.