As they say on The Bachelor, it's all the about the journey. And while we're not searching for love or under a written contract to say the same, we have to agree. We're not experts, far from it. In fact, we're more like enthusiasts shooting our shot. The compost tutorials you see won't be perfect, but it'll be honest. Whether you're looking for something hot (as in the hot compost) or something squirmy (vermicomposting), this is the right place to start.
If you're asking whether there are different kinds of composting you're not alone, but you are on the wrong page. Try this one for size.
I'm going to be honest. My first attempt at composting consisted of dumping scraps into a metal canister and hiding them in back of the fridge. I'm embarrassed to admit this went on for on for quite some time, even rivaling some of my shorter relationships. Similarly to those trysts - it didn't end well. I figured I could wing it and, like the brief affairs, that trash could be transformed into something useful with minimal work. If only the similarities ended there.
It's a new romance, the second week to be exact and of course there's some initial heat. The real question is, can it last?
Well let's just say, there's a reason they call it hot composting and according to modern science there are no signs of a frost. Once you put in the initial work of getting to know your compost, small talk, pet peeves, etc. maintenance is relatively easy. This can all be intimidating, so start with the basics. What does your compost like?
I've always been a "bin's half full" type of girl. What can I say, I like a positive outlook. It's usually what I look for in a partner- who wants to date a downer? That being said, this bin is testing my limits. Though not quite in the gas lighting realm, every time I think I've got my compost stuffed to the brim, within a day or two things are looking empty.
I'll admit it. I'm a bad worm mom. My worms got here early and I panicked and put them in an empty pie package, which pretty much sums up life right now. A few thoughts right off the bat- worm math is hard, calculating the right size container seems straight forward, but an empty box of tissues and three mental break downs say otherwise. Enter the Posty Calc, cheating at math never felt better.
Drilling through plastic... where to start? Getting through those tubs requires a slow and steady hand and mentality that I'm seriously lacking .
What's new? I'm overeating- but now it's taking a toll on my worms. Never thought you'd read those words? Imagine writing them.
Week one was rough but I'm working through my feelings and my fridge.
Lessons learned:
My worm babies hate me. They're running away from home. I guess this is the teenage angst stage, it certainly mirrors mine. I just thought I'd have more time. The great escape literally means I've created an inhospitable home environment. Really puts my relationship with my mom in context.
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