Keeping an eye on all that purple in the high country…
Every time I open the alley dumpster to find leaves or lawn clippings spilling out, I just cringe. That’s black gold in there, I think to myself, cast away like a dirty diaper.
So I thought I should share with people just how easy it is to dispose of all your green waste right there on your property, no hauling necessary.
Over a period of several weeks this fall, we collected the following ingredients:
6 – smashed pumpkins
2 – bags of hedge clippings
4 – tomato plants with about 10 lbs. of over ripe fruit (oops)
1 – basil plant
3 – lawn mower bags of lawn clippings
8 – what would have been about 8 bags of leaves were raked into a pile and crushed by toddlers for a period of 1 week
12 – quarts of kitchen waste (no meat)
5 – shovels full of compost starter (the bottom of last years compost pile for us, any rotting organic matter sill do)
The ingredients were mixed together and piled high in a metal mesh enclosure on the south side of our garage. Depending on the ratio of green (still has moisture in it) to brown (i.e. dried leaves) ingredients, you may need to add water to the pile. Here in Colorado things dry out pretty quickly, so pouring 10 gallons of water over the pile a couple of times can help to get things rotting.
Outdoor air temperature on this November day, a chilly 35 degrees.
Temperature inside the compost pile, a sweltering 125 degrees.
Notice the outside of the pile is brown is dried out, but with one turn of the pitchfork the black, steamy core is revealed!
Does it smell? Oh fuck yes it smells – it smells like you just stuck your head up a cow’s ass when you dig into that pile and release “a steamer”. But most of the time, it’s not noticeable at all. I’ve walked past that pile two dozen times in the last few weeks and honestly it wasn’t until today when I turned it did the smell hit me.
We’ll continue to add kitchen waste to the compost pile through the winter, and probably turn it a couple more times before the entire pile has decomposed into a much smaller pile of rich organic black gold, which we’ll add back to the garden beds in the spring.
You don’t have to be a fan of sailing to appreciate the last two races in the America’s Cup series – jaw dropping boat speeds and postcard views of the San Francisco Bay are enough to draw in even casual observers. Then consider that the hometown defenders of the cup have surged back from a seemingly insurmountable eight to one deficit to tie the series up.
Tomorrow’s race will determine the winner of the 34th America’s Cup.
Which ever way it goes, it’ll be one for the books.
We lost a music legend last week when J.J. Cale climbed that stairway to rock heaven.
He was a humble and somewhat elusive singer-songwriter from Oklahoma City, pretty content playing roadhouses and small theaters for fifty years. Cale was a tough act to catch, so I’m feeling pretty lucky to have seen him play a few times. The Gothic theater in Denver and the Sweetwater in Mill Valley come to mind, perfect venues for his sound.
Ahhhhh….J.J. Cale, J.J. Cale.
Rest in peace buddy. When Neil Young says that you, and Jimi Hendrix are his guitar idols…you’re in. You’re rock royalty, And with your recent passing, you too shall pass into the halls of rock gods!
Folksie blues in the 70′s -
Saucey in the 80′s -
In 2004, with Eric Clapton backing him up -
One of my favorite J.J. Cale songs – “If You’re Ever in Oklahoma” set to a photo tribute.
When it comes to Thanksgiving leftovers, there are two camps – those that love leftovers, and those that don’t.
I fall squarely into the leftover lovers’ camp, and over the years I’ve tried to perfect the Gobbler sandwich. There’s something about the traditional Thanksgiving ingredients that make for an exceptional sandwich. The cranberry and the mashed potato, the stuffing and the turkey, the gravy and the bread. It’s a sandwich in perfect balance.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, The 2012 Gobbler.