you stand at the edge of a field that belongs to some complete stranger (150 miles from your own home) staring at the cow pies just layin there, wondering how to go about getting a couple of 'them thar piez' for your compost pile back home.(it's kinda lik
As they look at you with horror when you tell them that you DO compost this or that.
...when you have a finished pile and you think of it as black gold.
...you take the temperature of the compost more often than the temperature of a sick spouse or child
...you schlep contractor bags full of weeds and clippings from the community garden (bypassing community piles) to add to home bins.