You guessed right.
Sam gets truckloads of poop. I get a composter. I wonder what it says about me that I'm still jealous of her?
I was going to build a basic wood and chicken wire frame for a compost pile and then plant climbers all around it. The problem is, I've said I'd do that for at least 5 summers and I still don't have a place for compost. So, a few weeks ago, when I found myself wandering through the garden equipment section at Costco and saw compost tumblers at a really good price, I decided I had to have one. Little did I know that it'd take over 6 hours to put together or that it'd be big enough to second as a bomb shelter.
Either way, my dad and I spent the afternoon doing yard work and loading it up with everything we could think of. There's a long way's to go to get this thing even close to full, but it's a step in the right direction.
Let the composting begin!
Let me know how the, uh, smell goes.
ReplyDeleteI'm actually jealous of you! Those tumblers are fantastic..and one of us is spending rainy days with a wheelbarrow and 3 truckloads of composted horse crap. Compost soup. Bleh.
ReplyDeleteAt least it doesn't stink.
We saw that last time we were at Costco, almost bought it too!
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My parents go to the dump once a year, compost and burn almost everything. They are Mr. Greenjeans.
ReplyDeleteOnly awesome people compost.
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