Good friends Rossie Perera and Hilary B. Price took time out from their busy schedules to help me turn the rotting fetid pile of two-year old garbage in my backyard into compost gold.
Supplies You’ll Need for Your Compost Bin:
Chicken wire
Metal stakes
2-year old pile of rotting fetid garbage
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Don’t forget step 4 as outlined by Walt Whitman:
Behold this compost! behold it well!
Perhaps every mite has once form’d part of a sick person—Yet behold!
The grass of spring covers the prairies,
The bean bursts noislessly through the mould in the garden,
The delicate spear of the onion pierces upward,
The apple-buds cluster together on the apple-branches,
The resurrection of the wheat appears with pale visage out of its graves,
The tinge awakes over the willow-tree and the mulberry-tree,
The he-birds carol mornings and evenings, while the she-birds sit on their nests,
The young of poultry break through the hatch’d eggs,
The new-born of animals appear—the calf is dropt from the cow, the colt from the mare,
Out of its little hill faithfully rise the potato’s dark green leaves,
Out of its hill rises the yellow maize-stalk—the lilacs bloom in the door-yards;
The summer growth is innocent and disdainful above all those strata of sour dead.
What chemistry! (And here we run out of room) (Don’t forget: BEHOLD!)