Today, it's all about the good, the bad and the ugly. Our first garden here went in the spring of 1978, and I'd venture a pretty good guess that our composting began just about then too. We have a plastic container next to the sink and all our biodegradable refuse goes in it. Well, to be perfectly honest, every once in a while other stuff makes its way in there, but as long as Elenka doesn't see it, what's the damage? Right? Up next to the garden, we have our compost pile that accumulates through the summer and into the fall. When the garden has run its course in October, I'll shovel and wheelbarrow it all and spread it throughout the garden. During the winter months, it's a bit more of a challenge. When Justin was little, I always cleared the snow for a long slide down the hill from the garden, so access to the pile was easy. Last winter I smartened up. I placed an old trashcan with a secure cover next to the woodshed, so the walk was short. From January through March, it was an easy dump. Now growing up in the city, we actually had a garbageman who visited us once a week and took all our 'troubles' away. I find composting ourselves a lot easier. And it's the right thing to do. ... AND less aromatic, if you get my drift. Phew!