“The Poetry of Compost,” by Paul Kingsnorth in Ecologist, May 2009
Our summary:
Even in darkest months of winter, your compost heap is a lively part of your garden. It continues to live, work, and grow.
It may simply look like a pile of brown sludge, rotting food waste, cut grass, bits of torn-up cardboard and the remains of last week’s dinner, but this is where it all happens:
• It is the base from which the soil is renewed and life given back to the exhausted earth. Without this, there would be no food.
• It is the fount of life itself.
• It is the ultimate in recycling.
What happens within it is pure poetry:
• A collection of disparate elements is gathered together and reordered into something new.
• A magical, semi-understandable process takes place that transmutes useless or discarded substances into something precious and life-giving.
• All of life’s miracles are on show in this small, smelly area of your garden — your compost heap.
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