You gonna eat that?
Never in a million years would I have predicted that I would be getting up at the crack of dawn to go worm shopping. Yes, worm shopping, and no I don’t fish.
A never ending list of domestic chores - I have become the housekeeper, the cook, and now the gardener. Of all my domestic duties, I actually like the garden. It doesn’t hurt that in San Francisco everything grows regardless of my lack of a green thumb.
Back to the worms. I have decided my compost is not composting fast enough. How do I know this? I have no idea, but I do. So my new friends (the worms) have been called to duty. Apparently, they will cut my composting time in half, as they munch their way through last week’s lawn clippings. Then – why do I read the Internet – they will poop fertilizing nectar of the gods. For those of us garden types – worm poop is called “castings” and are high in Nitrogen. Apparently, this is a good thing.
So, I have launched 400 or so of my new friends off to work.
Are you done, yet?