So here I am, trying to start a homesteading blog. I haven’t done too spectacularly anyways. And then I remember. My compost pile. It should disqualify me from ever being considered a serious homesteader.

You see, I have read dozens of books on the subject, but what have done? Just thrown all my compostables in one, big, ugly heap.

compost whole scaled

Here, let’s take a closer look:

compost heap scaled

Egg cartons, and paper bags, and every bit of vegetable waste that has come through our house in the last year. Yes, it has been a year since I turned my compost heap.

But I am turning over a new leaf. I am going to take my pallets and rebuild a new heap box, and then layer my compost as described in “Four-Season Harvest” by Eliot Coleman. I tried to find an image, but couldn’t, so I’ll be taking pictures while I do it, and post them after.

And just for complete honesty, here is a picture of my back corner of my land, where I plan to have my eventually pasture:

weeds scaled

Weeds as far as the eye can see. At least I can use them in my compost heap if I pull them before they go to seed.