Ray of Hope

There is one good thing I saw when I opened the bin -- the first working tray looked luscious.

Like this.

Aside from copious amounts of peanut shells -- virtually untouched -- everything else looked like damp soil. Damp, dark soil. Darker than the coir had been; definitely darker than the bedding in which the wigglers arrived. There was no more newspaper, no cardboard packaging, no recognizable half-decomposed bits o' organic. It's lovely.

Go ahead. Click on the picture -- view it up close.

And then make a note that all peanut shells go in the outdoor bin only. They spoil the picture.