Saturday, October 08, 2011


This is the kind of composter I aspire to be. Not there yet.

Grandpa kept his plants well-nourished. He swept our chimneys himself and kept the soot for the garden, and he collected lime mortar from bomb sites. Any wood ash was carefully kept, also the lawn mowings, and of course he had the manure and old bedding from the chook and rabbit pens. He made a small wooden cart which he pulled behind his bicycle. He rode round behind the baker, the milkman and the coalman, all of whom made their deliveries by horse and cart, collecting the droppings. Of course the local kids called out after him in the street, and teased me about my 'dirty Grandpa'. But he ignored them, and I learnt to do the same. He collected leaf-mould in the Autumn to add to the compost pile, which regularly received every scrap of organic waste he could garner. Bones were broken up with a hammer, (but not before they had spent hours in Gran's stockpot) and fish bones cut up with old scissors. The vacuum cleaner and the dustpans were always emptied on the heap, as were the teapot and the chamberpots we used at night. All tiny scraps of wool, thread and fabric also went in.


naomi said...

Just wanted to put something on your radar for like next year or something. This past weekend we went to the Natural History Museum on Reptile and Amphibian Appreciation Day and it was spectacular! So many snakes, tortoises, and lizards of all types to touch, as well as a couple of giant boa constrictors, and even a real, live alligator to look at. It was honestly fairly amazing. We felt like we had lucked out, since this was unplanned on our part and turned out to be a much bigger hit than the Dino hall for Eleanor (who's five). There were kids of all ages there. Anyway, put it on your calendar or Google Alerts or something. Totally worth the price of admission.

jengod said...

Bookmarked! Thank you so much for the suggestion we'll totally do it!