Investigation of Compost Bins
The last in my series of compost investigation is about compost bins. I have been pondering for a couple of weeks now whether I will want to have a compost pile, or get a compost tumbler or compost bin. I think I am a little bit closer to the decision, especially after helpful comments from our readers. I think I’m going to go with a compost bin. Here is why:
- I have a bunch of random junk lying around my yard to make a bin. This includes old fence posts, half of a fence gate, boards and planks left from house flippers that flipped our house and bits of twine and wire.
- If my carpentry skills don’t hold up, I can procure a tidy bin at a very reasonable price.
- I am not liking the looks of the “pile” into which we put our gutter compost cleanings, and I don’t think it is going to break down very fast.
- I think my dog would find a pile much too interesting, and it is already hard enough to catch her and bring her back inside after an “outing.”
- The type of composting I plan to do lends itself well to a bin–I will turn the compost some, and it will take a while to break down, but it will fit with my schedule for gardening, which is more interest than time.
I don’t think I am ready to be a worm farmer. As much as I would like to think that I am, and I don’t have any problems with worms, I don’t think I’m ready for that level of comittment. You might say, “but you have a dog,” but my answer would be that “it is much easier to tell if a dog is having issues than if worms are having issues.” I am afraid of killing the worms.
Now that I have decided what I am going to do. It is time to do it. I got a new camera the other day so that I can document my (mis)adventures! Stay tuned!

January 21st, 2009 at 3:58 pm
I am dead serious about this compost project. Today, I took my dog Lucy for a walk and I spied a pallet by the curb in the neighborhood with a sign on it. “Aha!” I thought “Here is a piece of my new compost bin, waiting for me to pick it up!” ’cause, when people put things at the curb in my neighborhood (which they frequently do), the sign usually says “Free” if there is a sign at all. Usually, they just throw stuff out and let everyone have at it! Well, when we reached the pallet and the other side of the sign, the sign did not say “free” but was rather an advertisement for stone masonry. The pallet probably held the stone. DANG! I’ll check back in a few days.