Compost: On Dealing With Your Own Crap
I know this doesn't look like much. But, this is three summers worth of bounty from my composting toilet.
To be honest, I don't know shit about compost and the science behind it. I tend to keep a hands off approach.
With every movement, I cover it with peat moss, and forest litter. When the collector is full, I drag it over to the compost pile and add it to the mound.I never mess with the mound, but on occasion I see a mob of red wigglers doing their thing.
I put a layer of dead leaves to the bottom of the collector and start again.
That's it. I don't care about moisture content, or anything. I set it and forget it.
Today, I decided to chop up the mound and see what was happening. I found nothing but good dark brown loam!
Holy shit! The system works!
I have no problem dealing with my own shit. It's a good metaphor for life, no? if you deal with it properly, you can turn something pretty gross into something pretty great.
I think everyone should deal with their own crap. Think of all that water wasted with each flush. All that crap goes somewhere. It's not just out of sight out of mind. Someone else is dealing with it. And more often than not, it's headed right back into the river, the lake, the ocean only slightly cleaner than when it left your ass.
I think we'd all have a broader perspective, if we dealt with our own. It makes you more conscientious about life's systems and our impact on it.
Who’d of thought I'd become such an advocate for composting toilets and the philosophical growth one can gain from dealing with their own shit?
My guidance counselor from high school would be so proud.
I put this soil to good use today, I built a small earth bed near my studio. I looked up what plants prefer shade, and luckily, There are some Lily of the Valley that grow on the property.
I transplanted a small row, watered it, and got on with life.
This is just another one of life's unexpected small pleasures when homesteading. Your efforts often get rewarded with more work. But, when you invest in yourself, it's not really work. And it's oddly satisfying.