Strapped onto wheels, the bin followed me home downtown and over the less-well-traveled Manhattan Bridge. I’ve been waiting for a windfall of leaves to lay down the base of “brown” material. But, getting impatient to start, I threw in a shredded Village Voice and things gleaned from the backyard.
My plan was to liberate one of those big paper leaf bags once the neighbors start stuffing them, as I have no trees of my own. Sanitation doesn’t consider that theft, do they? Anyway, after a bunch of drinks on Friday night, I saw one about two blocks from home and hefted it over the shoulder. Oof! So in go the leaves. And some old coffee grounds, carrot tops, and a few still-green scraps from my pots... plus water, and air.