Who?
I was the one and only composter in the family back then.
When?
I don’t remember when, but it’s certainly more than a decade ago. It could be 2 decades. I’m not sure. It was way before having Chester and before we renovate our porch.
What?
I compost the usual stuff: kitchen scraps, dried leaves, twigs and newspaper (I cringed at this now; gah toxic ink!).
Where?
My compost bin was located at the corner of the front porch. It’s not shaded, totally open to the sun and rain. The compost bin is an earthenware pot/crock with dragon motifs (also known as tempayan naga). Since it’s an earthenware, I couldn’t make holes on the sides. I used a wood board to cover the top and aerated the compost with a stick from time to time.
