How Not to Compost

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My first attempt at composting was in 2007.A� I remember it well.A� I had moved to Doha, Qatar for work and part of my relocation package was a two bedroom townhouse with a small garden out the back.A� I was pretty excited about having my first garden and my imagination ran wild as I thought about growing my own little oasis in the middle of the desert.


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I should point out that my townhouse was in the middle of a compound that had beautifully manicured lawns, tall palm trees and a small legion of gardeners that kept everything watered from morning to night.A� I figured that creating my oasis would be easy. A�I will acknowledge that the compound was located in the middle of a barren desert!


Coming from a family of keen gardeners I am ashamed to admit that I had not inherited a green thumb. But there was one this that I did remember and that was the importance of compost.A� a�?Your plants are only as good as the soil they grow in.a�?A� I dona��t know who said that and maybe I read it in a magazine but I immediately set about googling compost at home.

My parents have a compost heap at the bottom of the garden.A� Vegetable scraps, egg shells, coffee grounds and grass trimming are diligently collected and added to the heap which then silently works ita��s magic until the time comes when they can collect this magic dirt and grow more stuff.


My parents garden is in Kent in the UK which is also known as the a�?Garden of Englanda��.A� Everything and anything grows there.A� The only potential risk to their compost heap is the occasional flooding.A� To be honest, Ia��m sure Dad looks at that as a blessing because the compost ends up spread across the garden and he didna��t have to shovel it!

So I decided to start small.A� I got a bucket with a lid, punctured drainage holes in the bottom and started collecting my food scraps.A� I was going great guns and after only a week I had filled my bucket half way.A� My Googling research informed me that I shouldna��t mess with the compost and should just leave it to work ita��s magic.A� Just turn it once in a while.

After two weeks I began to detect a bit of a smell coming from the side of the house.A� Ia��d already had a few problems with the toilet and a flooding washing machine so I figured that something had gone wrong with the drains.A� I notified maintenance but they couldna��t find the source of the problem.

The smell got progressively worse and seemed to emanate from one particularly shaded corner of the garden.A� The Compost Bin!A� Gingerly I opened the lid and was hit in the face by the stench of putrified food waste.A� I quickly resealed the lid and went back to Google.

Composting is the process of bacteria breaking down the scraps into dirt.A� Ia��m sure therea��s a far more technical explanation but according to google these micro-organisms require oxygen.A� They can do their job anaerobically (without oxygen) but the end result is usually rather smelly – Oh really?!A� So I went back to the bucket and bravely drilled holes around the side releasing the stench onto my neighbours.A� My apologies to them for this rather delayed confession.

After a few days I was able to approach the bin without wanting to hurl and took the lid off.A� I could see that the food scraps had definitely rotted but not into a rich soil like consistency but more like untreated sewage that sloshed around in the bin.A� Since adding air holes, fruit flies had moved in and made themselves comfortable.A� The sides of the bin were coated in fruit fly eggs and once hatched they flew lazily around the surface of the putrified sludge.

Not to be thwarted I decided that it probably just needed to dry out and so with the smell no longer an issue I left the lid off hoping that with a little time and sunshine, the festering slime would somehow transform into a nutritious loam.

Herea��s a little geography lesson for you.A� Qatar is locateda��a��.. This means that ita��s average temperature in the summer is a��.. and can easily reach 50 Celsius during the hottest month of the year, August.A� My little experiment into composting had begun in February and it was now mid summer and I was about to learn my next lesson about composting.

Bacteria are fussy little buggers when it comes to temperature.A� Thata��s why food needs to be kept in the fridge, otherwise the bacteria has a field day and makes the food go off.A� If your compost gets too cold they hibernate until it warms up again.A� If it gets too hota��.. they die.A� So a week after taking the lid of the compost bin I went and checked it out.A� The compost had definitely dried out.A� Instead of sewage I now had desiccated black powder.

Perhaps I could have mixed this with water and used it to fertilise the few plants that I had growing in the garden but after five months I was thoroughly disheartened and through the bucket away and opted to visit the garden centre instead!

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40 Day Yoga Challenge – Day 11

Today seems to be an appropriate day to take a moment to reflect on what’s going on in this this 40 Day Yoga Challenge.A� Week two is supposed to be all about cheap synthroid 75 mcg buy pills where to buy online antibiotics plaquenil cost assistance vitality.A� The book says that my “practice this week is all about revealing the vitality in your own life, right here, where you are.” Baron Baptiste, “40 Days to personal revolution”, p.102.

Perhaps my concept of vitality is wrong.A� I was expecting to start feeling like I had more energy but I am exhausted.A� I’m also pretty dispirited too.A� I don’t seem to be able to get a grip on the meditations or even be able to commit to them to do them in the first place.A� Frankly, if it wasn’t for the Headspace App on my phone, I doubt that I would get them done at all.

“Make fresh foods the focus of your diet this week.A� As often as you can, incorporate whole fruits, vegetables, lean meats, fish, and whole grains into your diet.”A� Baron Baptiste, “40 Days to personal revolution”, p.120. On the most part I do eat healthy.A� My boyfriend and I cook most meals from scratch and probably get takeout once a fortnight as a treat.A� I’ve even started growing ‘stuff’ outside on the landing outside my apartment door.A� The space is limited but luckily I have great neighbours upstairs and they are helping to water some of the plants.

Yesterday I made a one-person salad from ALL the leaves that I was able to harvest from my plants outside and some sprouts that I have been nurturing from seeds in a jam jar.A� The salad tasted amazing and I was really proud of myself but is this sustainable?A� Probably not.A� I acknowledge that I am splitting hairs and there’s no shame in buying a bag of salad leaves from the supermarket and making the exact same salad but I wanted to see how easy (read difficult it was).A� Given the daily fight with the marauding caterpillars, aphids and other creatures that seem to find my plants tasty I can see why so many take the path of least resistance when it comes to their food.

My depression (the main reason for embarking on this challenge) is still out of control.A� My mood swings occur daily (sometimes hourly) and for the most part they swing between morose and melancholy.A� Occasionally, I’ll have a blue day, where I’m feeling a little glum but I’d like some reprieve from the sadness and the overwhelming sense of uselessness.A� Again I reflect back to my inability to commit to the meditation.

I know from personal experience just how beneficial meditation can be but there’s a roadblock in the way.A� My Black Dog.A� I should point out that I have never been a master meditator, or even a novice.A� But I used to practice Ashtanga everyday and I found that this moving meditation was so calming that regardless of how the practice itself went I was left with a mind that coped better with daily events.

I want to laugh at the excavation questions.A� Not a “aha!” I get it but more of a “hmph”, if only it were that easy to answer a few questions and have the answer stare back at you in glorious technicolour.A� I’m not going to write all the answers now but one or two of them stood out as I skimmed them today.

1) What is my most meaningful creation in life?A� How fucking depressing.A� I can’t think of one thing.A� I used to be so proud of my career.A� It bought me the roof over my head, allowed me to travel and I genuinely thought I was making a difference.A� However, it also cost me my marriage.A� I don’t have kids and in terms of my healthy, I seem to take one step forwards and three backwards.

4) What are the forces in my life that drain my energy?A� Me.A� Or should I say my Black Dog.A� I have spent so long fighting him that I am exhausted.A� I no longer have the energy to deal with him any more.A� Some might say that I am externalising the problem.A� But I find it easier to cope that way.A� If I’m having a particularly bad day I can visualise my Black Dog off his leash running amok, biting toddlers, crapping on the carpet and stealing food off plates.A� I then feel like I have a great excuse to stay indoors because I don’t wish to inflict that kind of creature on the unsuspecting public.

Yoga = 1, Meditation = 1, Black Dog = 1