Angie's Earth

Composting with worms: I thought I would post this since my friend Teri asked how I did it. Very easy to do since they are such prolific reproducers. 1.Start with a container ( size depends on how large you want to go) rubber maid storage container, med. size trash can etc 2 drill about 8 or 10 small drainage holes in the bottom- you are going to have some that escape. 3. cut about 6 one inch air holes in the top 4. place container in a shady spot- no direct sun light or you will cook them 5. shred some newspaper or tear it into long 1 in thick strips and fill the container about half full 6. spray the paper with a hose till it is totally wet, let the water drain 7. throw in you kitchen waste ( NO MEAT or dairy)- coffee filter, grounds and tea bags are good too 8. add about 8 cups of dirt- from the yard is fine 9. dump in your worms. The only thing you have to do now is to keep the container moist - not wet, continue putting shredded paper and kitchen waste in there. Not sure what you can use to catch the drippings if you want to use that to water your plants as plant food. As for the use of the compost you could start two containers and when one is full, just transfer 6-8 cups from the original container into the new one, grab about 30-40 worms to start, then use your original contents worms and all in your yard. Good Luck

If If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! Rudyard Kipling