This is a blog about gardening, specifically but not exclusively about gardening in community with other people.  Once in a while, I might get distracted and write about solitary moonlight walks in my hometown, but even on those occasions, I am thinking agrarian thoughts.  For example, Saturday night’s bright and eerie moon against my grandfather’s barn reminded me of a similar image of a Pennsylvania farm painted by Andrew Wyeth.  The digital pictures I tried to take were a very poor substitute for either the real thing or a Wyeth.

On Saturday morning, when I was doing one of the things that are better left unsaid, I ran into Herb E. from the Victory Garden.  We hardly recognized each other without dirt on our hands, but we got right to garden chat about worm castings and compost.  A few years ago, we had a Victory Garden presentation called “Red Worms For A Green Earth” and it might be interesting to revisit the topic this spring.

On Sunday, I visited an organic compost facility and spent about an hour talking compost with the owner.  He mentioned he is working on a line of potting soil using worm castings.

It’s weird to think that these piles of compost will get up to at least 131 degrees.  Maybe they’re that hot now?

Down By The Little River

Once the weather warms up a bit, I’ve been invited to tour the whole operation and will write in more detail about how compost is made on a macro-level.

Stay tuned.