Post #6: Compost. My Own Little Landfill, Part I
July 10th, 2008 Posted in Basic Green, Green Acts | No Comments »July 11, 2008
This summer I finally learned how to make compost. Sort of.
I had been procrastinating for 30 or 40 years.
Composting, a remote mystery to me, had always been on my want-to-do list. In theory, I aspired to compost—to convert yard-trash into plant food and mulch. I wanted to spare the waste stream from more synthetic fertilizers and pesticides—and spare the town landfill, a bit.
Yet in practice, I suspected that composting was trouble and hard work. I had seen folks laboring over their compost piles with pitchforks. (And my back has a ruptured disc.) Besides, didn’t compost piles bring rats and raccoons and bad smells? I had heard of one person whose compost pile caught fire.
Anyway, a few weeks ago I set to work—at my computer keyboard. I spent days consulting Internet tales from veteran composters.
Then I made my plan, a time-tested consumer plan: First, make purchase. Second, follow directions. I took the easy way out. I bought a compost tumbler through the mail.
It’s an enormous cylinder, 40 inches in diameter and 50 inches long. It has 2 chambers that hold 9 bushels each. Propped on its steel frame, it’s taller than I am. It’s a moose. But it has gears! Without busting my back, I can rotate the barrel by its handle, to aerate the contents.
The directions said to put in 4 parts of green yard-trash for every 1 part of brown yard-trash. With that mix, I was supposed to fill the 9-bushel chamber all at once.
So one fine day, Mr. Reluctant and I stuffed the chamber with 7.2 bushels of green grass clippings from the mower bag and 1.8 bushels of mulched dead leaves. Four to one.
Then every day for two weeks, I opened the chamber, watered the contents, closed the chamber, and rotated the barrel five times. In 14 days I had . . . real compost.
OK, OK. That’s not the whole story. It wasn’t quite that easy. More details will appear in my next post on August 11th.
Tips and News from the Blogosphere:
Some prefer to make compost on the ground, like in a 4’ x 4’ compost bin. Others, like me, use a ground-free barrel or tumbler. The site http://www.composters.com sells bins and barrels and other helpful equipment.
Many people believe that composting is easy. This jolly video from the Sierra Club takes the prize for simple fun: http://youtube.com/watch?v=9PALk7Nux9Y.
Kitchen Gardeners International has a clear, calm explanation of compost ingredients: http://youtube.com/watch?v=aKlauRA7ugI&feature=related.
I found a good three-video series called Home Composting—It’s Second Nature. Part I contains basics:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHVpLCQvjQQ&NR=1. Part II has finer points: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyYuT2v-Iz0&feature=related. Part III gives troubleshooting advice, numbers to call, and further websites: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CO2zYtvKPBc&feature=related.
These websites give different advice about the ratio of “green” to “brown” yard-trash. But don’t worry. ☺ In composting, there’s room to experiment—in fact, to get comfortable with experimentation.
Beginning to Compost—Stumbles and Snags:
Were my actions an environmental plus, or a minus? The tumbler was tubular steel and galvanized metal—recyclable: http://youtube.com/watch?v=xl7xjj92rA4. Yet think of all the packaging and truck exhaust needed to ship it to me from Pennsylvania! So the more I composted, the better.
We had not yet begun to compost, when we hit our first snag.
The compost tumbler came Assembly Required. One instruction said to “snap apart” a piece of tack-welded metal. What? Mr. Reluctant and I both held back. Happily, our daughter’s fiancé, a machinist, explained that the metal was not tack-welded but incompletely laser-cut. He snapped it apart, himself. Thanks, Brian!
The same day we set up our compost tumbler, the four kids next door ran to their parents. “Mommy, Daddy, what is that in our neighbors’ yard? It’s so big! Is it a bomb?”
After unloading my first batch of compost, I washed the inside of the tumbler with the hose. I stuck my head and torso far into the drum. The ricocheting jet-stream of water soaked me to the skin. Bits of compost were hanging from my hair. I didn’t care. Compost is good-clean-dirt.