Today, my friend Carrie came over. Today, I stopped winter composting. First I bought a car. Then, I stopped recycling plastic. Now this.
Carrie is as eco friendly as the next gal. Actually, she is likely MORE eco-friendly than most. But today, after declaring her “Winter Composting MUST End” proclamation, she marched into my kitchen, grabbed a biodegradable tall kitchen bag from under the sink and just tossed the compost in the bag.
Let’s face it. Everybody in the cold weather states has frozen compost. All the bins are full and frozen. When someone heads out there with yet another squash carcass, shouts from the brussel sprout stalks that we tried to compost in November are heard by the entire neighborhood. “No room at the inn, buddy!”
So, I’m done. Let’s ignore the fact that my husband pretends he is in charge of it. I’m sick of it. It piles up on the counter. There is overflow compost outside the back door.
I am enslaved by compost, no more.