Meet Big Blue.
With some wood reclaimed from a broken picnic table the former owners of our house had left to rot, that blue barrel became our composter. Hubby cut a lid out of the bottom of the barrel and used some piano hinge and latches to make it open and close. It spins on a metal rod drilled through the center, so we can easily turn it. And he made it just the right height to get the wheelbarrow underneath when we are ready to transfer compost to the garden.
Big Blue is already getting filled with our kitchen scraps and some leaves we raked up. We're looking forward to adding some compost to the vegetable garden later this season.
When we cut the opening for the lid, we discovered what the barrel had originally been filled with. It was soy sauce, of all things. Now every time I dump the compost crock I get cravings for Chinese food.
Big Blue is already getting filled with our kitchen scraps and some leaves we raked up. We're looking forward to adding some compost to the vegetable garden later this season.
When we cut the opening for the lid, we discovered what the barrel had originally been filled with. It was soy sauce, of all things. Now every time I dump the compost crock I get cravings for Chinese food.
Mommy