An inquisitive old fart with a camera


I was disappointed how long it was taking to make compost — basically, three buckets’ worth in five years. So I started reading about worm composting, found a design that looked good, figured I’d order some worms — without remembering something.
So I built a little worm farm.


I also built my first hydroponic unit.

I started making compost tea.
And I discovered that my first attempt to sprout sunflower seeds wasn’t unsuccessful after all. They loved the non-composting compost barrel!

I don’t want to seem judgmental, but

mine’s the one on top.
Grease trap. Stinky, nasty piece of work that has to be cleaned out every couple months. Here’s ours, dug up and replaced.

It looks perfectly functional, and it is. But since the plans to our house were never brought up to date at the intendencia, it had to be replaced by a bigger “approved” one — 20 liters.
Instead of 18.


Friends who left here several years ago still have a house. And mail. It’d not our job to pick it up, but we do from time to time.

I didn’t get the rest of the paper-envelope bills because they were infested with aunts. The plastic ones proved popular with other critters.