I realized too late that we hadn’t dug a hole for the solar compost bin I ordered in June. If there’s a thaw, I’ll have Tom get out the pickaxe, but it’s more likely that we’ll have to get by with the regular bins again this year. We trek out in the snow to throw the kitchen scraps into the bin (the challenge is keep a route clear) and when spring comes it’ll all thaw and begin the fermenting process that turns it into the soft dark compost we use. Compost chez Christensen is always coarse because I insist on throwing in odd sticks and branches and even old blue jeans (everything rots except the thread!). But the garden soil’s getting better and better, and even in December we’re eating beautiful mustard greens and arugula, and picking parsley and other herbs.