It seems that we are officially composters.
There have been rumblings about this in our house ever since we moved here last July and it has finally come to pass. In the past few months Joshua and I looked on as Jay shredded newspaper after newspaper and then eventually built his own composter from plastic tubs. Then he went to the feed store to adopt some worms and, voila, now we have a compost pile.
There's been a small learning curve for me. I have to remember to keep our food waste rather than dumping it down the garbage disposal like I used to. I also have to remember not to turn off the garage light if I get up in the middle of the night. Apparently the light in the garage reminds the worms to stay in the nasty stuff where it's dark, so it's best to leave it on. That way I won't step on piles of worms on my way out to the car.
And I also have to remember what can be composted and what cannot. This is obviously not rocket science, but sometimes I have to ask to make sure. Meat is right out, but paper towels are OK as long as they don't have cleaners or other non-organic waste on them. This is a relief to me since we go through more paper towels than I'm really comfortable with. I was beginning to think that our paper towel usage was cancelling out the environmental good we were doing by using cloth diapers. But now they get eaten by worms and put in my garden! It almost makes me feel a little better about using plastic at the grocery store.
Hopefully we'll have a great garden to show for it.