I have always had a compost pile (or container). You know the old phrase, "I have become my mother." Both my mother and grandmother always had one, and I suppose it just came "naturally."
We do have lots of critters out here in the woods, so I have to have a closed one to keep them out. This summer has been so dry that the animals have eaten everything in my little vegetable garden, including the roots! I wasn't too happy when they uprooted my naked ladies, either. They had a feast, beginning with basil for salad and pineapple for dessert!
