Despite
my great plan, by the next summer the oak and maple leaves in my embryonic
compost pile had not turned into lovely leaf mold. What I had instead was a
pile of matted leaves. The mound had sunk to a third of its original size, and
the leaves had clumped together in rough sheets, but they were still whole. Clearly
there was more to composting than I’d thought.
Over
the next 25 years, I learned that making compost takes longer than the sixty to
ninety days I’d been led to expect. I developed a lazy woman’s process that
worked for me. I built two side-by-side chicken wire bins and later added two more near the vegetable garden. In
spring, I mostly added grass clippings. In midsummer, I had less grass to
compost and more weeds and prunings from the garden. In autumn, the lawn
started growing again, and a huge volume of fallen leaves needed to be dealt
with. I gathered up most of the leaves to use as mulch, but some made their way
into the compost piles. At the end of the growing season, I moved vegetable
stalks, spent annuals, and perennials cut down for winter from the garden beds
to the piles. I could have sped up the process if I’d been willing to balance
proportions of nitrogen- and carbon-predominant ingredients and turn and water
the piles. It just seemed like too much work. If I just left them alone for two
years, my piles did indeed yield real compost. Here’s a picture of one-year-old
pile I started last year. To its right is the bin I just emptied onto the
vegetable garden:
I
still had the feeling, though, that I wasn’t doing composting right. Starting
in 2010, I went on a quest to learn from master composters. I attended a
lecture about large-scale composting done at Battery Park in New York City. I
toured my city’s yard waste composting operation. I consulted two local experts,
a permaculture gardener whose method, reassuringly, was a lot like my own, and
a neighbor who kept worms in his kitchen for vermicomposting and saved urine in
jars for adding nitrogen to his outdoor compost pile. Finally I got my compost
tested for biological activity by the lab at Soil Foodweb. The result: the
slow, cold-composting approach I was using was good enough. There were lots of
happy microbes in my finished compost.
My
slothful method had a side benefit. In addition to generating usable compost,
it also helped give birth to a new perspective on my role in the garden. I
didn’t have to make garden waste decompose, I could just relax, let the expert decomposers
in the soil do their thing, and enjoy the benefits. “Compost happens.”
After attending a special county extension training on vermiculture I carefully separated my compost into worm friendly and not worm friendly materials. I kept skin irritants like citrus, onion, garlic, and chilis out of the worm friendly pile. Two years later I noticed that there were more worms in the "not worm friendly" pile. Apparently the worms didn't get the memo! The not worm friendly pile was better aerated and got more rain water - better habitat, irritants aside.
ReplyDeleteExactly my experience--there's expert advice, and then there's what happens in my own garden, often quite different. Every woman has to be her own sustainable gardening expert, I guess, or at least her own citizen naturalist.
DeleteExcellent post! Very accessible, and the logical and thorough learning process highlighted is inspiring to new gardeners!
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