I built a composter on the weekend. Paige helped me (she can actually use a drill now to drive screws as long as I start it).
Anyways, I wasn’t going to build it until we found our new house, but considering we don’t know how long we’re going to be here…I decided to build it now, mostly with scraps found around my property. It ended up costing me about $50, though without the scraps, it probably would’ve been closer to $125.
It measures 9ft x 3ft x 3ft with three separate compartments (3×3 is the optimum composting size). The front is removable wood slats (removable so we can turn it or finally shovel it out) and the sides and back are chicken wire (it called for hardware cloth, but chicken wire is 1/5th the cost).
I still need a top, but in my cash strapped world, I don’t want to buy a fiberglass top for it.
Next, I think I’m going to go buy some chain so I can lock myself to a tree…
Before you chain yourself to the tree don’t forget to put your Birkenstocks hemp t-shirt that says “This land is your land, this land is my land – so be kind and compost”
Kari can chip in by not shaving her pits or legs and stinking
Over the past few days, Paige was asking me all the things that can and can’t go into the composter. Tonight at snack time, she looked up at me and asked: Can we put dead bodies in the composter?
Very seriously, I told her that no, we don’t put bodies in a composter because that would be bad. We put them in the basement. She laughed, and said ‘no, Daddy, we put them in the walls!’.
Oh, how cute is that!
It’s like she knew about your apartment in Toronto where the crazy left the diary in the wall.