Yep, it’s a picture of our “garbage.”
So, this local diet? This lack of fresh vegetables? My compost pile is suffering.
I suppose this is, in a way, a good thing: we’re definitely low contributors to the waste stream. We eat every last little bit of our precious salad greens; all our frozen veggies likewise are completely eaten…there’s no waste there at all. The chickens are eager consumers of leftovers (pasta, oatmeal, bread heels) and resigned consumers of beet peelings. Peelings, in the main, are the ONLY veg detritus destined for the compost: potatoes, carrots and celeriac; onions and garlic. The occasional apple core also finds its way in the daily pot.
Coffee filters, grounds, and old coffee is probably 50% of what remains, that, and egg shells. Yum, huh?
(FWIW: I keep dumping the kitchen scraps atop the heap in the winter. Our pets’ fur, our sweepings with the broom, likewise, get thrown on top. Leaves, grass clippings, orchard leavings, spent garden plants, and all that wonderful chicken litter is the rest of it. On a day of a big thaw, you’ll find me out there turning the piles; I kind of can’t help myself, as I like the exercise. But otherwise, I am the most impatient composter I know. I don’t ever devote the year or more required to make a pile completely cakey and perfect: it doesn’t matter if I have 3 piles or 30, I will find use for them all, in whatever state of nonreadiness the piles’re in. The garden’s microbes will do the rest of the work for me!)