newspaper, seeds and cobs without corn
junk mail, mango pits, pineapple tops and sometimes a sprout
Taking care of the compost is Case's job, but then he went out of town for five days and I had to take it over. After grumbling to Hermie for the first few days ... I found I liked moving the layers, burying the new bucketfuls, smelling the organic scent of decomposition, and seeing the new Sun Chips bag disappear week after week. So maybe it is my job now, or we can share.