I learn about compost in the Windy City

The wind has hardly stopped blowing since my arrival here last Friday. When Reggie collected me from the airport post office, she greeted me with the words, “Flat Kathy! Welcome to the Mother City!” “I thought I’m in Cape Town,” I replied, still a bit befuddled and disoriented from the long flight over from Canada. … More I learn about compost in the Windy City