Our Old House

Two years ago, I was intrigued by the wonders of worm composting.  I really wanted to start one, but there was something holding me back.  A traumatic childhood experience left me with an irrational fear of worms.  I won’t try to explain or justify it here… I know that it is ridiculous.

I’ve had pretty big gardening plans since I first saw this house and know how great a compost could be.  Maybe mine didn’t have to have worms.  Maybe I could just do a regular smelly compost without the help of any creepy crawlers.  On the other hand, maybe a bunch of worms working, for me, would help me overcome my fears.  I was so torn.

In the meantime, Megan shared my intrigue and ran with it.  After hearing of her worm success, I decided that I had to give it a try.  

I called my sister countless times to make sure I got it all right.  How many worms did you start with?  What kind of bin do I need? Are my drainage holes too big?  Are my worms too small?  How do I know if I’m feeding them too much?  I’m sure that all of the answers could have been found on the internet, but I was taking a big step and needed the kind of hand-holding that only she could provide.  All the way from Boston, she talked me through what turned out to be a pretty painless process.

It was so simple, it can be pretty much wrapped up in the pics…

Starter Bin w/Ventilation and Drainage Holes

Worm-Ready Bin w/Newspaper and Soil

My Lil’ Wigglas… Awaiting Their Big Move

Welcome home boys and girls!

Hope you guys like green beans!!!

G’Night… Now go make Mama some of that Black Gold

And here’s Stella… reminding us that, as always, she helped

So I guess now all there is to do is wait… Thanks again, Meg!

xo