I received those words in an email from a client this morning. (I do Kindle and CreateSpace conversions for other authors. It's not on my pay list, but it does pay. 😉)
I have to believe that I'm the only mystery writer in my neighborhood--or county, state, country--who received such a notice. But, I'm pleased. I'm growing an organic garden and making every effort to learn the methods. Part of my gardening plan is to accumulate my own compost, and there are some very specific restrictions on what can be included in the pile.
I sought Florida specific information on the Internet. The University of Florida has a rich library of resources for the home gardener. Then I shopped on Amazon for what looked to be the perfect bin.
Placing the bin in the yard required some thought. Far enough away from our windows. Far enough away from the neighbors' windows. Placed to not be visible from the street or from the above mentioned neighbors' yards.
The interesting thing is that there is no odor. I've learned that the secret to odor free compost is maintaining a balanced combination of browns and greens. The browns can be items like dead leaves (no insecticide or fertilizer allowed since this is an organic pile), dried clippings, sawdust, and certain kinds of paper. Greens include fresh clippings, kitchen scrap, and farm animal manure. The issue with manure, a.k.a. poop, is that is must be from vegetarian critters, so horses qualify, small fuzzy red dogs do not.
That concludes the poopy-conversation.