I’m composting this year in the hope that I'll have a bin full of rich material come spring for the
Sharecropper, who will be using my backyard for her mad
science art experiment. I purchased this metal bin for $20 from the Lower East Side Ecology Center at the Union Square Farmers’ Market. (There’s a wonderfully blunt Nordic
fraulein there most every market day.)
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.
I’m composting this year in the hope that I'll have a bin full of rich material come spring for the Sharecropper, who will be using my backyard for her mad 
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.
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You tipsy thief, you!
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