About 18 months ago Neal and I decided to start a compost pile. After a lot of debate about how to collect our compost material in the house (he wanted a bucket outside by the door; I wanted something inside), we settled on a medium sized plastic bin kept by the kitchen sink. We figure we’ve cut the amount of garbage we send to the dump by at least two bags a week by hanging on to our veggie scraps, egg shells, and coffee
grinds. It ain’t pretty, but here’s how it looks.
When the bin threatens to overflow (with all of my soup making lately, that’s often), one of us takes it out back, behind our shed.
There Neal has set up three piles. While it would be better to have an enclosure around the piles, we haven’t had any problems with critters, and the dogs aren’t allowed behind the shed, so they don’t scamper off with carrot bits. At this point, one pile is simply leaves from our yard. The second has a crater in the center, where we dump the kitchen waste. The third is our own version of black gold.
Neal moved a pile of our first compost to my garden, where it will be used to enrich the soil. It is so satisfying to know that all those bibs and bobs of organic material that we might have put in the garbage are instead going to help me to grow more food for our kitchen.
Do you compost? If so, what tips do you have for me?