Some humans toss in their veggie scraps, coffee grounds and pumpkin rinds. That’s cute. Around here? We’ve gone full aristocrat with our compost. We don’t chuck scraps in ~ we contribute personally.

Yep. Our compooost pile is less “bin” and more “exclusive members-only club” Entry fee: your business and a scoop of wood shavings.

It’s basically the upper class of compoooisting.

Forget about banana peels and cabbage stalks. We’re crafting soil with……let’s call it a more direct deposit. And honestly? It works. Zero waste, maximum cycle of life and the smug satisfaction of knowing we are literally closing the loop (Circle of life soundtrack intensifies)

But here’s the kicker ~ this kind of composting is humbling. You can’t half-ass it (pun intended!) The ratios matter.

Too many wood shavings? Sahara desert. Not enough? Let’s just say it becomes a fragrance no candle company will ever capture.

Still, there’s something strangely magical about it. Out of what we’d rather not talk about at dinner parties, grows soil rich enough to feed a forest. It’s alchemy at its finest: the messiest parts of being human turned into nourishment (awkward mix)

Call it fancy, call it hardcore ~ either way, our compost doesn’t mess around.

And if that’s not peak eco goddess energy, I don’t know what is!

And that, my frands, is the dirt from me.

Love Rain xx