Friday, October 28, 2011
I finally gave up. After, what?, six months? of struggle, more than sixty dollars of worms, several re-engineering attempts by the resident infrastructure specialist, multiple calls to metro and other "experts", and ever so many newspapers and shredded seed catalogs... I dug up the whole stinky slimy mess and put it in a hole in the dirt behind the garage. With an ever-growing cap of yard waste and soggy straw, I am pretending it is a compost pile. I wish that we were going to say goodbye completely to this experiment. I want my plywood worm box back. I want what, in my mind, never failed. But for Jeff, that box did fail, by rotting out (after years of productivity) and letting the rats in. And I have to respect his feeling for materials, as he must respect my love of plants. So, for a while I will - gratefully - put our food waste into the green rolling can and - gratefully - take it to the curb each week. And eventually, he will fix it. He always does.
Posted by devon at 9:26 AM