I’m not sure why it happened but I’ve become obsessed with compost. It’s a recent thing but I’m pretty sure it’s a trend that will last. There is something overwhelmingly comfortable about using every little piece of your diet for something, whether it’s nutrients for the body or nutrients for our next crop. 

We should always be mindful of preparing only what we can consume, but every now and then our rations are a bit off. Composting the extra material feels better than chucking it in the landfill. There are plenty of scraps going into our landfills to assist with the decomposing process there, but there wasn’t enough scraps going into my compost bin, until recently, to make a difference in our dirt. Now, especially in harvest season, those puppies are filling up fast and I’ve got the cook setting tuned to smokin’! 

We could operate two different compost systems in our household. The first is a vegetable only compost, the second contains more difficult items to break down such as bread, egg shells, etc. The second would compost meat or bones, however, the rate of compost simply is not efficient for our current living situation. Someday soon, though! 

Instead of buying or having compost bins shipped to us, we turned a multitude of large trash cans we no longer use into compost bins. They are not as convenient as a spinning system that you would find in retail stores but it does the trick. Plus, for me, I become much more connected to the compost and to the process of composting when I’m in there turning the dirt myself with a shovel or pitchfork. I’m evaluating its progress, I’m understanding if it’s too dry or too moist, I’m talking to the worms and the slugs and asking them how it’s going. And I believe I’ve heard them tell me it’s all good quite often. I care more about the compost and, in turn, I think the compost cares more about it’s purpose as well.