I have been working on a pitiful little compost pile ever since we arrived. It has been working, but slowly and without much heat. Then several days ago I asked my neighbor, and master grass-grower, Gerald Stokes, if he minded giving me his grass clippings. They were like green gold! Last night the interior of the pile was steaming, and this morning I measured the temperature at around 120 degrees before I turned it. That's pretty exciting for some of us compost geeks! It just takes good Montana grass...
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