Got fed up with my
new composting bin—swinging
new composting bin—swinging
metal-capsule thing.
Old system better—
a big hole in the ground. Just
needed a lining.
Went to Menards. First
thing I saw was a wooden
loading pallet.—Sawn
into four pieces,
that would be perfect, I thought.
Bought one for five bucks.
Wouldn’t fit in my
car, though. Kid cut it in half
with a power saw.
Once home, I hand-sawed
it into four suitable
pieces. Oak is hard!
Had to wait a week
because of fledgling blue-jays
in the apple tree.
Then I worked in the
garage for hours. Had to pry
a lot of nails out.
Then I dug a wide
hole in a corner of the
garden that gets sun.
The sides I salvaged
from the skid worked fine. I was
plenty proud, I’ll say!
Pretty-looking too—
bright wooden teeth above ground-
level—a big mouth.
It accepts what I
put into it—coffee grounds,
corn shucks, apples, grass-
clippings from the lawn
mower. Now and then, I turn
it with a pitch-fork.
It’s almost full now,
but I believe that it will
always accept more.
Soon, I myself will
lie in a warm hole like that,
bugs nibbling my toes.
