Sometimes I marvel if I've determined a formerly unknown regulation of physics: the Conservation of Yard Waste.
As you could don't forget, again in September we in the end took down our massive, overgrown forsythia hedge, leaving us with a massive pile of brush to be disposed of:
Our first attempt to deal with this pile came to a premature halt when our new little chipper started literally pulling itself to pieces with the effort. But we eventually repaired the cracked housing with some putty and wrapped the whole thing up in duct tape, and over the course of several hours, we managed to reduce all the leaves and small branches in the pile to a surprisingly small quantity of mulch:
At that factor, any grand notions we would had about using this tiny chipper to transform all our backyard waste right into a sufficient mass of mulch to cover our garden paths quite a good deal flew like a little hen out the window. And extra demanding however, no matter the whole lot that art work, the forsythia carcasses nonetheless hadn't disappeared; that that they had just been stripped down to a pile of branches and trunks too huge to wholesome into the chipper, which could have to be bundled as plenty as be hauled away via the borough.
So, remaining weekend, we in the long run were given spherical to tackling them, and over the route of an hour or so, we managed to reduce that fairly large pile to a smaller pile of exquisite, tidy bundles:
Now, it might seem as although, at this point, we had really succeeded in lowering the entire volume of yard waste. But no faster had we completed this mission than we turned to every other pressing outdoor process: stripping down our lawn beds to prepare them for wintry weather. Any hopes we might have had of harvesting a few more tomatoes or peppers earlier than winter set in have been quite plenty beaten beneath the burden of remaining week's early snowstorm, leaving us with withered carcasses of tomato vines and pepper plant life that had to be pulled out so they could not rot within the garden (and likely drop seeds that would send up a collection of volunteer flora next spring in all the wrong places). So we spent a few different hour or so snipping and untangling and pulling, and by the point we were executed, we have been left with a state-of-the-art pile of outdoor waste approximately as large because the simplest we'd had to begin with:
So no sooner do we finish dealing with one massive pile of branches than we turn around and produce a new pile, which we'll have to leave to dry out for another week before we can start turning it into mulch. Hence my theory: no matter how much work we put into our yard, the total volume of waste in it awaiting disposal remains the same. The work we put into the system is, apparently, expended in converting the contents of the pile from one substance to another; the size of the pile itself remains constant.
Perhaps we might better modify our landscaping plan to house a waste pile (of regular length but various composition) and turn it into a few form of a characteristic. Of route, I belief that became what we have been doing at the same time as we first constructed our compost bin?But it is beginning to appear to be we can need a 2d bin truly to deal with all the fabric ready to be transferred to the first bin.
