Musical chairs

We moved the compost heap from its original location a few months ago. We wanted to put it in a more shaded spot. We had it on the eastern side of the front pond. Then Mr B took out the pond and left the compost heap exposed to the brutal Texas sun.

side note: the compost heap was also in an unconvenient location for us to keep it moist. We had to carry buckets of water and fuck that

compost new location again

This past Thursday, Mr B hopped on his tractor and moved it to the front of the property for me. There is a semi-shaded spot under a tree, and it is right next to the new water faucet we put in during the great septic system debacle.

Now all we have to do is get some sort of shade structure in place on the southern and eastern sides of it.

Leaps and bounds

I’ve mentioned that the compost heap is growing by leaps and bounds. It’s growing faster than even I expected it to, thanks to all of the spoiled food the boss tells me to get rid of and the trimmings from preserving the vegetables we grew.

I figured it was time for a little photographic proof.

Here it is before we turned it last Thursday.

compost heap 27 april 2017

And here it is after I brought home a trunk full of freegan bad food from work on Friday.

compost heap 29 april 2017

It’s getting so big that we’re going to need Mr B to use his orange tractor to turn it soon. That’s probably a good thing, because I think we need to make a bigger vegetable garden next year.

Lesson Learned

Back in the spring, right after we arrived here permanently, I got Sunshine to build me a compost bin type thing. I’ve been fairly faithfully putting all of our fruit and vegetable scraps in there, and coffee and tea goes in it, too. I also put some of the dead cactus bits in there, as the internet told me cactus is compostable.

Well, yeah.

The internet didn’t lie. Some of the cactus bits are definitely turning to rotten cactus jelly, others are definitely getting smaller.

The problem seems to be that I didn’t know enough about cactus plants to accurately judge which bits were truly dead and which ones were not.

Which means that we had cactus sprouts appearing in our compost heap.

I spent a morning with a pitchfork and a shovel, picking through the compost pile, pulling out the bits of cactus that I was wrong about.

Lesson learned. Next time I trim the cactus plants (and they definitely need more attention), put the pruned bits in the burn barrel or something–NOT the compost pile.