So Brian brought over a bag of Sun Chips – in a compostable bag, so it says. We are about to find out. Eamon, who is helping in the garden this year, is turning over the compost heap. So we’re going to bury the bag in the heap and see what happens.
I don’t do the ‘by-the-rules / paying close attention to the proportions, and turning it over religiously at an exact time’ compost heap. I just sort of do it the way nature does. Leaves get piled on in the fall, grass, weeds, and garden debris during the summer, potted plants that are done get tossed on, as do food leftovers – sometimes a lot, sometimes nearly none – and whatever else seems to fit. It all works just fine, and about once a year it gets turned over, and the stuff on the bottom gets tossed on the veggie garden as mulch, or gets worked into the soil of one of the other gardens to enrich it.
We have lots of oak leaves, which take time to turn into soil, but it all works pretty simply and easily. And if I accidentally let something stay too long in the fridge, I don’t have to feel too guilty. It will, after all, go right back to The Mother, returning to the earth in the compost heap.