Happy New Year… Spring, come quicker.
I’ve been ill with the flu since Tuesday, and I haven’t had the energy to do much of anything. Luckily, I’ll be at home alone for New Year’s, too. Nothing’s worse than listening to people make hollow resolutions they won’t keep and desperately scanning around the room for someone to kiss when the ball drops. Does anyone really care about the ball dropping?
Way more importantly, remember a few months ago when I questioned the importance and utility of a kitchen compost crock? I haven’t emptied it in over two weeks, and it’s not giving me any problems. In the summer, I would have a huge fly colony taking over my kitchen and the smell would be unbearable even to my standards.
I think the reasons are pretty obvious. I don’t keep my house above 50F in the winter, so I’m guessing the flies don’t stand much of a chance…funny, since my basement worm bin is teeming with mites, flies…and worms. My basement is the warmest part of my house by a long shot…who woulda thought soundproofing doubled as heat insulation?
Drinking a lot of coffee seems to help a little bit with keeping the smell down, too. Other than the worm bin, my little compost crock is the next most effective way to break down waste in the winter.
My compost tumbler is covered in snow and filled to the brim… bummer, because I have a lot of experiments I’d like to try. This is starting to feel like an outline for the forthcoming year.
I want to test out more products that claim they’re “compostable”, vs. ones certified by the U.S. Compost Council, vs. the Biodegradable Products Institute. I also want to finally try my hand at gardening…I mean, what the hell. I’m making all this compost, and my mom is a certified master gardener.
So much for hating on New Year’s, I just made my own “resolutions”.