35 bags and counting
I'm singing the old Johnny Cash song, three feet high and rising, but about my compost bags, 35 bags and counting! I "should" have enough for my purposes (i.e. winter mulch), but browns are so hard to come by in the summer time, I will keep hoarding as I see good bags full of "brown gold" (as Dick Raymond used to say). Though I hesitate to call us hoarders, it may look like it at this time of year when I am stacking bags up before frost. But as soon as I put my flower beds to rest, those leaves will be put to good use. Then shredded in the spring for better than best browns to kick-start the compost pile. So no question here, just celebrating the blackness of my compost!