I volunteered myself for a garden that's totally neglected. It's set up with many raised beds covered in thistles and other things I cannot eat. I attacked and uncovered a bit of three beds in 2 hours. I ran out of weed wacker line it was so established and had to use my garden knife like a machete. I got back home to my permaculture homestead with the biggest complaints being the violets and mint sneaking out of their rooms into the other plant's play pens. I took a big deep breath and said:
When I injured my foot I could no longer schlep the compost from the house to the bin. I begged my husband to do it, but he is not a permaculturist- that's my thing. He decided to throw it in the trash. About 1 week later our house was infested with gnats. You see, it turns out that taking out the compost prevents fruit fly infestations in the house because there's no food for them! And, their eggs and larvae are thrown outside for the birds before they can hatch. If for some reason any do end up in the house, they are so attracted to the compost bin that they don't really bother anything else, and are promptly removed with the contents of the bin before increasing in number.
WOW, I'M GLAD I COMPOST.
Work smarter, not harder.
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