December 14th, 2015


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At home, I make compost.

I have one of those black bins that my mother always referred to as Daleks, those ones where you put stuff in the top and compost comes out the bottom. I also have a heap, for the screeds of large tangly stuff that won't fit in the Dalek.

I get a great deal of satisfaction out of turning the heap over regularly with my pitchfork. It makes me feel farmery.

I am discovering that the Dalek method is faster but the heap is far more fun.

Welcome to my exciting life.

Also, thanks to kishenehn, I got sucked down an internet rabbit hole, bought a book, and now Facebook is trying to sell me farms in Wyoming.