Summer break has arrived.
I’ve compiled the list of camps to attend, places to visit and free things to do.
We are starting to get into a daily routine, even if the day doesn’t start until after 9:00 am.
One of the new things I’m trying to implement is help with dinner from one of the kids. They have all been very helpful with making hot breakfasts. They can make homemade pancakes, homemade waffles, scrambled eggs and a few other items with just a bit of supervision.
But, when it comes to dinner, they aren’t much help. So, the other night is was my older son’s turn to help out. I was making a bunch of stuff that the kids would either complain about or not eat. You know – real grown-up food. It was mainly items from our CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) weekly basket. I thought by getting him involved I might have better success getting him to try things (and he’s the good eater….)
He cut onions and mushrooms into slices with the large 8 inch chef’s knife. He learned how to de-vein kale and chop it for wilting. He washed the lettuce in the salad spinner and cut items for salad.
And about 1/3 of the way through, he asked a great question. “What are we going to do with all these scraps?” Of course, I replied “throw them in the trash”. And as it was coming out of my mouth, I realized I was busted.
Why don’t we compost?
And that’s when I figured it out. We don’t compost because I’m scared. We live in a covenant driven neighborhood – maybe it’s not allowed? What if it stinks? What if it’s hard? What if it looks awful and causes me and husband and to fight? What if we don’t need all the soil it will produce? What if it leaks and gets rotten? and on and on….
Surely there are a dozen more what ifs that exist. I’m scared.
So, I’ve been keeping track. You may remember that I buy 15-20 fresh fruits and veggies a week. I do recycle any packaging, but I don’t compost any waste. We use 4 dozen eggs a week – that’s 4 dozen egg shells… We drink a least a pot of coffee daily – coffee grounds… Dryer lint…. And on and on and on…..
Here’s what I learned: I need your help. Educate me so that I can quit being scared and start composting.