I've always taken a very relaxed approach to composting. If it's organic and it's not something the chickens find delectable, it goes in the pile.
Ten years ago, a friend gave me a copy of Joan Dye Gussow's lovely garden memoir This Organic LIfe. Gussow is a longtime professor of nutrition at Columbia and a heroine to the sustainable food movement. I admired many things about the book, mainly her love of good food and desire to be self-sufficient in her garden…but what delighted me most was her admission that she should have put a dead rat into the compost and not the garbage.
Seriously, isn't unsqueamish thriftiness what sustainability is all about?
Personally, I have composted neither rats nor relatives. But I have composted an oriental rug that my puppy peed on one too many times to be salvageable qua rug.
I was very pleased to remove the composter a few days ago and find…compost, with just a few tufts of maroon wool.
What's the weirdest thing you've ever composted?Posted by Michele Owens on December 16, 2011 at 4:52 am, in the category Real Gardens.