A car at the farm the other day had the following bumper sticker:
A rind is a terrible thing to waste: COMPOST
I suppose now would be a good time to thank Neighbor Husband for building a snazzy three-compartment compost bin on the backyard cliff we share.
Needless to say, there was very little in the way of composting going on at our house before construction was completed a few months ago (unless you count this). Now, there is much, much more.
I’m feeling uncomfortably green these days. What’s next? A hybrid?