Is your compost calling?
I have to admit it: I’m very proud of myself. After weeks of putting it off, I finally emptied my compost tumbler.
I used the compost to sidedress the poor plants in the boulevard. (It’s the only kindness they get. I don’t feed them and I rarely water. Surprisingly, they do alright.)
Now, I’m not going to brag about my compost. (Though it did have a lovely dark, crumbly texture.) And I won’t go on and on about the how cool composting is. (Even though turning yard waste and kitchen scraps into a rich, organic soil improver seems like a modern miracle to me.)
Instead, I’m going to whine about how it seems like such a hassle to actually use the darn stuff. I can turn the compost. No problem. I can keep it moist. But it takes me forever to dig the darn stuff out of the composter and get it in the garden where it can do some good.
Do you get right on it when your compost is ready? When your compost is calling, do you answer on the first ring? Or do you take your own sweet time to do something with the stuff?


