Sunday, January 11, 2009

Sunday Scribblings: Organic

There is a huge pit in our backyard, the only reminder to those who followed that a very old and very large tree used to inhabit its space. The tree was gone before we moved into the house. I understand from a long-term neighbor that the original owner/builder of the property, who had sold the house and moved on, was quite irate when she discovered the tree had been removed. The tree had been diseased, I'm fairly certain, and no one would want to risk it coming down on the house in one of our gale-force wind days. No one except the original owner/builder.

The pit is not near where the children play. It's on the slope up toward the back of our property. It is surrounded by other trees and ivy and weeds. In past years, it's only contents, aside from the organic matter from nature all around, has been ashes from the wood stove, which are dutifully put there.

But the ashes have learned to share, as we all must do in due time. Now, in addition to what falls into the pit via nature's design and the ashes we humans pour in, there is future garden material. Coffee grounds, tea bags, vegetables, fruit and egg shells are all slowly rotting in the ole compost pit.

It's shocking to me that I am composting. Don't get me wrong, it's not as if I'm not already trying to do the right thing as far as the environment goes. I'm the one digging through the trash cans and pulling out clearly recyclable material and putting it in the correct bin rather than in the headed-for-the-ever-expanding-landfill-up-the-road can. I'm the one picking up bottles and cans with Youngest whenever we roam. I'm the one who gives bags of goods to Goodwill or freecycle.

I buy into the responsibility I have, a responsibility made even greater because I need to model good behavior for my kids. [And, damn, I fall down on that role model job in nearly every other way.]

Why, then, is it so shocking that I have created a compost -- or, let's call it what it truly is, a rat buffet? Because I don't garden. Because our whole land is filled with trees and wild grass and weeds. Because there really isn't an appropriate space to create a garden.

Anyone out there want some good compost?

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Tumblewords: said...

Enjoyed your com-post tale. No, thanks. I have no need for compost but it's nice of you to offer. :)

Tara R. said...

We have a compost pile too... sort of grew out a a middle school science fair project. I'm glad we have it now.

anthonynorth said...

I'm afraid I've no need of the compost, but enjoyed the post.

Anonymous said...

I, like you, am not a gardener, yey somehow, I still dream of composting. I am not sure what I would do with the compost if I had it, but I fantasize about having it.

Giggles said...

Could you fly it up here to British Columbia save the rats!! I'll put it in my flower pots next year!!! lol

They do attract rats that's sort of my aversion to ones without lids! However they make great soil! At least you have somewhere to put a good chunk of your garbage!! Good for you!

the mama bird diaries said...

Umm... no. But it's great that you are doing it.

Marguerite said...

I'm hoping to garden this year, so might need some of that compost. Enjoyed your post.

Mine is a humorous one. 100% Horse Hockey

Doe said...

i make me own, thanks :)
nice tale and yes it can be a nasty pile or better said a

Lucy said...

this model behavior stuff is going to kill us!
great post!

Anonymous said...

good thing you have a yard. I'm in a condo and we have no yard but my strange neighbor downstairs has a majorly big compost bucket thing (HUGE) in the back on the cement. It has never been emptied. I stay away from there.

Mary Witzl said...

I was the only composter when we lived in Scotland. The others would go so far as to empty the stuff into the compost bin, but no one else would turn it. Ours wasn't a rat buffet, I'm pretty sure. But you should have seen the size of our slugs.


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