Singing the compost tumbler blues
I am currently compost- less.
Last week I added a bucket of food waste to my tumbler and spun. It remained motionless, so I gave it a good shove. It moved, but not in a way I expected. The vessel bottomed out and half-rotted compost started spilling out onto the yard — and dangerously close to my sandaled feet.
My husband (thank God) was in the shower. If he encountered the sights and smells of the past 3 months of kitchen scraps — and our last haircut, he would surely gag…or worse. Food doesn’t just turn to dirt on its own. It’s helped along by chemistry, maggots, mold and a host of other un-pleasantries.
I grabbed a large bin and some garden gloves and started shoveling the worm-y mess as fast as I could.
So now I have a bin of half-composted food and a disabled tumbler in my backyard — and a giant bowl of scraps in my kitchen awaiting a receptacle.
June 14th, 2010 at 7:43 am
That sounds like so much fun! I love composting! It’s almost as fun as changing poopy diapers…almost.