The Empty Buckets
In the time of COVID . . .
That makes the beginning of an ominous tale. Our lives have been upset by this strange virus but who would know that it would hurt my composting ministry so badly.
It’s sad to see my buckets all stacked up with nothing to do. Usually I have four in Gainesville at my friend Cheryl’s place. She and her neighbors save compostable materials for me. Starbucks on Archer Road usually has one bucket. I typically have one or two buckets at Jo and Chris’ house because they take the scraps from our Wednesday night supper at church. They feed them to their pigs.
Now practically the whole fleet is stuck on the drive way outside my garage.
I hope to start up soon with major compost activities. The more I compost the less garbage goes to the landfill. Every city and town in America should have compost pick-up and be creating huge piles of compost for their citizens to use in their gardens. Until that happens we have to improvise.
If you don’t have a compost pile, find someone local who does and arrange to drop off your compostable materials there. I have four or five people from church who are in partnership with me. I used to have a dozen but some moved away and some of them died. It’s probably time to talk the scheme up again. We don’t have a compost pile at church but some churches do. You could teach a lot of Sunday School lessons from a compost pile. God turns waste into value in the composter and in us.