I’ll be honest—I never thought I’d be the type of parent who kept a box of worms in the house. It sounded… weird. Messy. Maybe even gross. But one rainy Saturday, when Squish and I were looking for a new project, we decided to give worm composting a try.

To my surprise, it wasn’t gross at all—it was actually fun. Squish loved checking on the worms, feeding them scraps, and watching how quickly they turned food waste into rich, dark compost. What started as a science experiment quickly became one of our favorite bonding activities. And the best part? We reduced our trash and grew stronger, healthier plants—all with a little help from some wiggly friends.

If you’ve ever been curious about composting with kids (but felt intimidated), I want you to know: you can do this, even in an apartment or with no extra time.

I’ll be honest—I used to think compost tea was one of those “hardcore gardener things” that only people with giant yards or fancy setups could pull off. I’d see the term pop up in gardening books or online, and it sounded… complicated.

But one summer, after my plants kept looking a little droopy no matter how much I watered them, I finally gave it a try. I made my first batch of compost tea in a simple bucket, let it brew, and then poured it onto my tomatoes and herbs.

Within days, they looked stronger, greener, and happier. That was the moment I realized compost tea really is like magic—you don’t need a farm or tons of equipment. You just need a little patience and a few easy steps.

And if you’re like me—busy, short on time, and maybe even living in a smaller space—this is absolutely something you can do.

I remember one week where everything felt like it was falling apart—work deadlines, bills piling up, and a never-ending to-do list. My brain was buzzing so loud I could barely hear myself think. Out of desperation, I went outside, grabbed an old pot, some leftover soil, and sprinkled in a few seeds I had tucked away in a drawer.

I didn’t expect much. But within a few days, little green shoots popped up. Every morning, I’d check on them, water them, and watch them grow. Suddenly, my stress felt lighter. That tiny act of nurturing something living helped me breathe again. Gardening, even in the smallest way, gave me peace when I needed it most.

And here’s the truth: you don’t need a big yard or tons of time. With just a windowsill, a balcony, or a single pot, you can create a space that grounds you, calms your mind, and yes—saves your sanity.