I love compost.
I love that, right in the middle of winter when the ground is covered in snow, I can be caring for my garden by throwing scraps of food in a bucket while I make dinner.
And I love what Jesse decides to take pictures of when he plays with my phone, ’cause it actually gives me a photo with which to illustrate this post! LOL (see his little pigs?)
The only problem with composting in the winter is taking out the bucket.
I always procrastinate about this, for two reasons. 1) My children are of the ages (1,3, and 5) and temperament that it is unwise to leave them alone in the house for even two seconds. And 2) it requires getting all dressed up just to run 70 feet out the back door. It feels like a ridiculous waste of time.
I have come up with a solution for #2:
It’s now my habit to empty the compost barefoot, no matter the weather. I’ve heard we need to ‘ground’ ourselves by going barefoot regularly. Something to do with electricity. Don’t ask me for research or links to validate this – as far as I know it could be an old wives tale, but it is added incentive to empty my compost.
I charge out, sleet, snow, or ice (I admit, I avoid mud) and empty the bucket into the bin at the end of my garden, sending loving thoughts to my garlic bed as I race past. I always feel exhilarated and a little younger after I complete the task.
Now I just have to figure out a solution for keeping the monkeys out of trouble while I’m gone.
(For the curious. Yes, I have enormous feet. 11-12)