Waste management

full binEvery six months or so you are obliged to ogle pictures of my compost bins. Not madly photogenic, but it’s the heart of the garden.   I was weeding so much yesterday that the wheelbarrow loads of green matter for the bins were backing up in a holding pattern. There was just no room in the compost.

So this morning, suitably trussed (sciatica) I knelt down beside the right hand side of the compost bins and spent a wonderful time scooping up perfect compost, riddling it (that’s using a thick sieve for the cooks among you) to remove the sticks and grubs and ending up with perfect crumbly damp gold. bin to empty

finished articleI’ve stacked them up inside the cellar for use on my new 10 metre long hedge I want to plant this winter.   The sticks and mystery grubs (possibly of benefit so I didnt want to dispatch them) all went into another compost bin which I don’t empty more than once a year.

And then I was left with a perfectly empty bin.

empty binBut not for long. I forked the left hand contents into the emtpy right hand one, (for air, for exercise, for compost – ought to be the farm motto) and then had plenty of room to add the new stuff.

I have tucked up the right hand one to keep it warm and break down faster, and will now concentrate my efforts on more weeding and more filling of this last bin. all tucked up

Simple. But very very dull for the non enthusiastic waste managers.