You’d think it would be easy to convert your non-synthetic kitchen and yard leftovers into soil-building material. That’s what I thought, anyway, many years ago when I never missed an issue of The Mother Earth News. The world was young then, the possibilities seemed endless.
Why not build a couple of bins and start composting? I asked my then-husband, R. He shrugged. He didn’t care what I did as long as I stayed home. We cobbled together a sort of M-shaped pair of square-ish spaces with removable fronts, for easy access. To collect kitchen detritus, I got a green plastic bucket from some upscale mail-order company, complete with tight-fitting lid topped by a replaceable charcoal filter. We already had a garden fork. So, for about 40 dollars and a few hours with a hammer, I was in business.
|The Fitzgerald compost bin|
with front top boards removed
for easy access
Pregnancy brought an end to death-defying trips over the drifts during the third exhilarating season. I traded in my The Mother Earth News subscription for Parenting.
Composting Lesson #3: Keep the drill as simple and convenient as possible. Know thyself and thy limitations. And avoid any commercial product that bills itself as a “system.” “System” is ad-speak for “More Trouble Than It’s Worth.”
I find I have more I want to say about composting, so I will, next time. Thanks for dropping by.