But First, The Mysterious Me
If you haven’t already read Jean Henry’s interview of moi at Mysterious Writers, it will be up all week.
Tending the Worms
I spent a productive hour in my yard today, pulling a few weeds, spreading the composted yuck (from one of my worm bins) around my roses and lavender plants, and washing out the empty bin.
The worms in the other bin still have room to work, so I added shredded newspaper, soil, and the fruit and veggie peels and trimmings I’d collected in my bucket in the pantry.
Most of the ick factor is removed from these tasks when I wear old clothes and long rubber gloves to do the work. Picking up the redworms and moving them around is no problem. It’s the yuck they produce as they eat and excrete that turns me off.
It’s a small price to pay, however. I like the idea of keeping our fruit and veggie debris out of the landfill or sewage treatment plant. Using a natural fertilizer on the garden is a good thing.
The bins are easy to set up. I used two of the big plastic storage bins with lids that are vented in the handle. With a hammer and nail, I punched more vent holes in the lid. Added plain soil, shredded newspaper, fruit and vegetable parings from the kitchen, and redworms. Turned the mix from time to time. I also add more soil and newspaper strips to help keep the mix from getting too soupy.
Piece of cake.
Last winter I made the mistake of leaving my worm bins on the patio. Turns out the worms don’t do so well when the bins get bitter cold. This winter I’m going to put them in the garage (stashed under my worktable so hopefully my guy won’t notice) and do a better job of tending the herd. I should have at least two bins of excellent compost for spring planting.
To read about a more complex composting project (and relate it to writing, no less), see Marvin Wilson’s August 23rd post at The Old Silly’s Free Spirit Blog.
Here’s an article on Composting with Redworms that covers everything, including The Sex Life of a Redworm. You don’t want to miss that.
What does this have to do with my writing? Well, it’s what I did right after lunch instead of writing. Does that count?