So I feed it. I have read all the stuff about equal parts of green and brown. Nope, not me. I just give it whatever I can, whenever I can. I have a compost pail on the kitchen counter. In that goes my kitchen waste, coffee grounds, and used tea bags.
I clean my rabbit trays into the compost. I dump my used chicken bedding into the compost. When I go to the mountains, Steve has gotten used to me taking an empty rubbermaid container along. I fill it with pine needles, and the soil beneath the trees.
Steve gets really embarrassed when we go to the beach. Not because of the way that I am dressed, but because of what I am looking for. I am not looking for sea shells by the sea shore, I want the sea weed, and a little sand. I load them in my container, and take them home with me.
I am so excited to get home, and give the compost pile the gifts that I have brought. I am sure that there must be some new beneficial microbes, and nutrients in it.
When we go yardsaling on Saturdays, I keep my eye out for people doing yard work. I am not embarrassed (Steve is) to stop, and ask for the bagged grass or leaves. I have actually made a new friend by doing that.
My compost pile is nothing more than one of my 4 foot X 8 foot beds that is 1 foot deep. It has a sprayer on it that is connected to my automatic watering system. So, it gets the moisture that it needs. I turn it often, and it gets plenty of sun.
This last year, I turned it, piled it high, and planted rye grass on top to feed it even more) Nice big fat compost pile.
I recently read an article about how to feed essential micro-organizms in the soil by adding sugar, and yeast to the water. So now, my lucky compost pile gets a sweet treat.
But, it is teaming with earthworms, and it turns my trash into treasure pretty quickly. During the warmer months, it does this magic in just a few weeks.
Sometimes, I even plant right on top of it, instead of digging it out.
Then I just start over in another bed.