What I'm noticing now, is that I'm not alone in my passion for the compost. Anyone I've met that has a compost talks about it with a serious emotional attachment. For example, a good friend of mine in northern Cal wrote a few months ago complaining about her frustration with not being able to find a compost bin. She then wrote recently with the following note: "I found a bin about a week after my rant to you about not being able to find a bin locally. You can bet I've let the city (and anyone else who would listen) know about that. After trial and error, last month I turned out a beautiful batch of rich crumbly compost and put it in the garden. This morning as I drank my cup of tea in the backyard - while admiring my plants and enjoying the activity of birds, squirrels and a lizard - I thought of you and Lisa. I had to write and say hi. I hope you are doing well!" Can't you just feel the magic of the compost? And the websites, blogs, and compost classes are further testament to the attraction of composting. I speculate it's the connection with nature, like gardening, only much easier. The transformation of our personal garbage to nutrient-rich and life-giving planting material is really amazing if not downright miraculous.
Try this experiment: ask others about their compost. I guarantee they will talk as long as you like and give you all the details of their tiniest contributions to their bins along with blow-by-blow histories of how they arrived at their current compost recipe with an energy and excitement of sports fans whose team won the national championship. And truthfully, I'm about a 1000 times more interested in the compost!
lynn, co-owner Olive Branch
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