The driver pulls up beside the compost bins and pulls out a scoop shovel. I walk up and he good-naturedly hands me another scoop shovel left in the compost receptacle.
The driver tosses the first scoop full from the back of the truck and stirs it around. He sniffs the air, “Could stand a good turning pretty darn soon.”
I crinkle my nose, “Something, this pile is starting to smell a bit gamey.”
The driver laughs, “You’re right you know, someone has to get in here once a week or so to get all this compost turned over so the nitrogen will fix to the organic material.”
“Never knew the nitrogen was broke in the first place, ” I shrug as I step in to help the driver turn over the pile.
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