I've always wanted a compost bin, and although this is on the small side, the worms are supposed to speed the chemical breakdown of the food waste into dirt much faster than plain composting. Our dirt here is like clay dust. Grey and dry. No rain since we've been here. That's four months without rain. My son reminds me that we had a sprinkle, but it was about 10 drops. I don't know how anything stays green. The ground is compacted and doesn't seem to have any nutrients, although the rosemary and lavender are growing well in the front yard. Even the succulents seem to be wilting.
Since we don't have guinea pigs and rabbits to eat our scraps anymore, I'm glad to have a productive place to put my food waste. Do you think worms mind the mold? This is one of those questions I can't seem to find the answer to on the internet. I stir the dirt up every couple of days.
These guys are almost as cute as guinea pigs, don't you think? I think they are growing.
In a few months I'll see if I can mix some dirt in the raised beds that now just have a few anemic looking geraniums in them and see if I can grow vegetables.
Can I convince the kids these are pets? At least as much fun as a guinea pig or parakeet? Look you can hold and pet them. And you don't have to clean their cage!
Behold. We did have enough moisture in the sky a few days ago to produce a rainbow, albeit a rather pale one compared to our vivid, nearly daily rainbows in Guam. Perhaps it is God's promise to SEND rain this time. I'd like to close with some thoughtful metaphor about how God is in the dirty things of the world like sinners and worms, but I don't have time to be thoughtful about it. I need to go feed my worms.
