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Here’s the green cone alluded to in last week’s post. Not real sexy, I know. Lift the lid and throw in your kitchen scraps, which fall to a perforated basin sunk eighteen inches in the ground. Hard-working earthworms do the rest. Scattered about is our rapidly diminishing supply of autumn leaves; I toss a handful in now and then as an extra carbon snack for the worms. Thanks to fellow blogger Katrina for the inquiry.

The city of Seattle sells green cones for about twenty-five bucks.

The cone is mostly foolproof but a couple years ago a rat tunneled into ours. I buried a ring of bricks around the edge and peacetime has since reigned.

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