As I’ve started cooking everything from scratch, I’ve ended up with a lot more vegetable scraps. Rather than condemning my onion skins to a soupy, worthless methane death sealed inside a kitchen trash bag, I’ve decided to give the worms, fungi and rolly-pollys a feast.
Well, this is it people. This is a compost pile. A system, a plan, a design, an effort, a book-studied project it is not.
It is a pile.
Here is my free recipe for my free compost pile.
Take kitchen scraps outside and dump on the ground. Rake up some leaves and dump on top.
Every now and then, stir it up with a shovel.
You might ask, “Is walking out to the compost pile to dump your kitchen scraps kind of a pain?”
No. It isn’t.
Often, my kitchen looks like this:
Sometimes, I even suggest to one of the children that he would like to take the scraps out. The child skips to the pile to see if the turtles have come to look for goodies and I am left with a quiet kitchen. The quiet is shattered, of course, when he comes in excitedly screaming about the “BIG BOXER TURTLE ON THE COMPOST PILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” but I still had that 30 seconds to take a deep breath.
For the good of worms and bugs, for the health of the soil, for the fun of discovery for the children, for the peace of the mothers, I suggest: A compost pile.