In fact, one of my favorite pastimes now is roaming around my various pots and plants and just stuffing this food into my face as I inspect things. A little lettuce here, maybe a snowpea there. Hell, I even plucked a flower off of my pumpkin plant and ate that...not sure if it's edible, but I'm not dead yet, so it should be fine...right?
I also have had several salads from my red leaf lettuce plant. It's tasty, but literally is growing faster than I can eat the leaves from it. Here's one of the salads:
I've started a compost bin. Compost is a funny thing, because every gardener talks about how important it is, and thus I'm on board with making my own. What they don't tell you is how your self awareness will go right out the window when making your own compost. Let me explain: picture exactly what compost is: you basically have rotting food turn into soil. Maybe there's a little bit of smell, some fruit flies, ants.
Does this bother me that it's next my bedroom window? Not in the slightest.
Am I further bothered by the fact that I have the bin up against my neighbors wall, hence they're probably getting an interesting whiff every now and then? Nope, and nope. It's all about the soil, baby.
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