Fertilizing the Tomatoes

Interesting ideas encountered under a search for “tomato fertilizer”

  • Combine eggshells and human hair in a base of coffee grounds.
  • Fertilize before planting.
  • Fertilize after planting.
  • Mulch with organic matter.
  • Add fish emulsion or compost tea to the soil.
  • Mix wood ash or bone ash into the soil.

What’s a gardener to do? Ah, readers, you know me. I always have a response or comment or just a smart remark. Define “smart” any way you wish, peoples. Let’s try that list again.

  • Combine eggshells and human hair in a base of coffee grounds. I have all of these in abundance, but can I bear to save the potentially smelly mix indoors? Will it attract that *$#! raccoon if I store it outside?
  • Fertilize before planting. Well, I did prep the soil for better drainage. 
  • Fertilize after planting. I can do this. Might be worth a try.
  • Mulch with organic matter. I used most of the available “organic matter” in prepping the soil. I could get more from the brush dump if I’m ambitious.
  • Add fish emulsion or compost tea to the soil. Fish? Nope. No fish innards in our humble home where the men fish strictly catch and release. Compost tea? Now that I can make! The plants will drink, er, soak it up happily.
  • Mix wood ash or bone ash into the soil. I prefer to add the fireplace waste to the compost itself, where it balances the pH of the organic matter. Did you like how I worked in the formal terms? 
The final question: Daisy, the recall election is coming up on Tuesday. Aren’t you just a wee bit stressed?
The final answer: Yes.

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The System is down, but I’m feeling better: online teachers working offline

Dilbert creator Scott Adams accompanied that title with a drawing of cubicle dweller slash IT worker holding a sledgehammer and overlooking the destruction of a desktop computer. In real life, teachers in a virtual school sometimes get caught without Internet service. What do virtual teachers do when the network is down? Simple.

We clean.

wiping the coffee stains from the desk

cleaning around the multiple cords that connect me with my students

We file and organize papers.

Ta-dah! basket (as opposed to the To Do file)

Last, but never least, we load up on refills from the communal coffeepot.

refreshing beverage and WSRA mug

And then, when the system is up and running and we can address our bulging inboxes, we   get back to work. All is calm, all is well.

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I am teacher, and I am fluent in text-speak.

As seen on Ellen; 

Parent texting teen: What do you want for supper?
Teen responds: idk
Parent: What does that mean?
Teen: I don’t know. 
Parent: Then should you be using it, if you don’t know what it means?!

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I receive emails in this sort of lingo often in my work. In fact, I’ve had to school myself in text-speak in order to communicate with my students!

Hey Mrs.Daisy,
Whacha doin’. just wondering .Wrong question. You’re at work. he he. ok. Thank You so much for teaching me this year! It was awesome! Have a wonderful Summer Break! 🙂 

Well, she did pull herself together and use more appropriate formal language toward the end of the note. Then she signed it.

Have a Nice Morning, Day, and Evening, Night, and Midnight! lol!
U Rock!??????? !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:):):)

When I read a note like this one, I feel a little like Sally Field winning her second Oscar. It matters a little less that the governor is continually undermining my profession. The people who matter, those who need me the most, those who are too young to vote, know how much I care. They know I’m working hard for them each and every day.

It’s for those young people, the students, our future, that I am determined to get out the vote one week from today. Let’s make it awesome. Let’s make the election results rock.!!!:):):)

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The Daisy Reality Show returns: the Campaign Sign episode

Remember the Daisy Reality Show? The show’s star (Daisy, of course) works with the show’s director and her bumbling assistant to put the whole thing together and show you a piece of real life at the Okay Chorale. Let’s see how the campaign sign effort looks when seen through the eyes of the television cameras.

Daisy: Yeah! One more sign in place.

Director: Turn the sign a little to eliminate the glare. There. That’s better.

Assistant: Campaign signs? Why bother? Do people really pay attention to these?

Daisy: Have a seat. this will take a while.

The state teachers’ association has a four by ten plan. They’re asking each member to invest at the grassroots level. Ten signatures on recall petitions (done), ten dollars donated to campaign (done), ten hours donated (I’m working on that one), and ten voters convinced to vote for Barrett. We’re focusing on those who may be ambivalent and those who lean left but rarely vote. All our contacts and actions are at the grassroots level. See that corner of my garden? Grass roots are tenacious. (Assistant looks quizzical) That means they’re tough. Strong. They hang on tightly and don’t let go.

Director: Fascinating. And this is the plan to go up against the governor’s massive amount of available money? I heard he’s already spent $20 million dollars.

Assistant: How much? Holy foreign bank accounts, Batman, that sounds like a lost cause.

Daisy: It’s not lost – not at all. Much of that money came from out of state donors, people who can’t vote in a Wisconsin election. As for the outrageously high number, look at this. One million citizens signed recall petitions. If each of those people could donate $20, we’d reach Walker’s ridiculously high cash cows. Many of those who signed recall petitions do not have money to spare – many due to Walker’s policies and unrealistic priorities. It’s like me hearing people complain about how teachers are raking in the bucks, but I walk to school in order to save wear and tear on my 1998 minivan. I can’t afford to donate, and I can’t afford not to donate.

Director: How do the signs help?

Daisy: Well, I told you about the four by ten plan. I’ve added another ten to my personal plan. I hope to take responsibility for placing ten campaign signs supporting Barrett for Governor. The specifics of my plan are simple: location, location, location. I’m contacting people who live on busy streets (visibility) and people who are well respected by their neighbors and friends. The second is more important. Undecided voters, of which there are few, might be swayed by knowing that someone they respect plans to vote for Barrett. A sign in a strategic location has more influence than a television commercial, and it’s cheaper, too.

Assistant: Oh. I get it. I think.

Director: Let’s go pick up those signs.You mentioned something about proofreading each sign before displaying it.

Daisy: Soon-to-be-former Governor Walker’s team distributed signs all over the state early on in the campaign. They rushed the signs through production and didn’t pay attention to quality. They spelled “governor” wrong. So think again about sign location and personal respect. Would you, as an undecided voter, follow the lead of someone who can’t spell governor? Or would you follow the lead of someone who is, well I’ll be blunt, more intelligent?

Assistant(taking notes): How do you spell governor?

Daisy and Director groan.

 

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Soil vs dirt dilemma

Two seasons ago, we built a second garden plot. Built, that is, as in started from the ground up. With a barrier layer of corrugated cardboard and newspaper covered by a layer of compost and autumn’s fallen leaves, we left that patch of lawn to die during the winter. Spring came, and we covered it with a layer of topsoil trucked in from a local nursery.

It wasn’t the best decision. The large load of soil was handy and inexpensive, but the quality left a lot to be desired. The soil was full of weed seeds, so I spent much of the summer pulling weeds I’d never seen outside of the edges of farm fields. The soil was just like my yard’s native soil: hard, thanks to heavy content of red clay. Living near a river has its charms, but the soil quality isn’t one of them. I’d paid for more of the same. How hard was it, you ask? Look what that soil did to my trowel.

Throw in the Trowel

The second year the weeds were better – I mean, there were fewer weeds. I planted each tomato and pepper plant with a handful of shredded paper and a shovel of potting soil to improve the drainage factor. It was okay, but not great. When major rainfall creates Lake Okaybyme in the backyard, the gardens, both of them, drain better than the lawn. It still wasn’t the greatest quality soil, though. The shallots were an utter failure. The soil was just too thick to let any root crops grow. Talk about onions making people cry….What next?

This is the year of Too Many Tomatoes and Peppers. I planted the pepper plants with the usual layer of shred and a batch of topsoil.from a local hardware store. So far, they’re doing well. The tomatoes, however, presented a challenge. Okay, a number of challenges.

1. I ran out of topsoil and potting soil, both. It took three stores before I found what I wanted because one was closed, one was out of what I wanted, and the third, finally, had plenty of the plain stuff.

2. I have too many tomato plants. Even with careful planning, they will not all fit in the garden.

3. The soil, even after turning with a layer of homemade compost, is still full of big chunks of red clay.

Solutions:

1. Ace Hardware is my friend. their topsoil contains sand and peat – no phosphates. Their potting soil is a little fancier (see below), but it suits my needs just fine.

2. A few stray tomato plants will go behind the pepper plants in the big garden. If I still have leftovers, they’ll live… well, they’ll live. I’ll find a place.

3. I prepped the tomato garden soil in a big way. Instead of prepping each spot, I dug trenches and prepped the trenches with shred followed by a wheelbarrow full of Ace’s soil. The top layer was still native, complete with heavy clay, but it was much, much better for planting.

Heck. Maybe with this good stuff, I’ll even try growing carrots!

Potting Soil Ingredients - perfect

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If I had a patron saint —

If I had a patron saint, it would be — that’s not easy to say. My desktop calendar often lists historical events and trivial facts, and the patron saints turn up now and then.

St. Timothy is the protector for those with intestinal ailments. My entire family could fall into that category more often than not.

St. Francis de Sales is the Patron Saint of authors, teachers, and (are you ready for this?) the deaf. Bloggers don’t have a Patron Saint – yet – so I’ll stick to Sales.

Given the current political climate in Wisconsin, the “divide and conquer” philosophy in the Governor’s mansion, I wondered (in my own liberal and ecumenical fashion) – could there be a patron saint of politicians? According to a less than scientific Internet search, I came up with St. Thomas More. Thomas studied law at Oxford and eventually became Lord Chancellor of England. Cool, eh? Sir Thomas More is also known as the patron saint of lawyers. In that vein, we should note that he was tried and convicted of treason and beheaded in July of 1535.

A more complicated search revealed that government workers, those falling victim to the “Divide and Conquer” tactics, have a multitude of patron saints assigned to intercede on their behalf. Behalfs? I was raised Presbyterian; I don’t know the grammar of a patron saint. St. Homobonus, he who looks out for business people, joins St. Thomas More again in a reference to taking care of government employees and civil service workers.

I find it interesting that good ole’ Thomas shares responsibility for both government employees and the politicians who ultimately oversee them. If we Wisconsin workers had to look for divine intervention, St. Thomas More might be too conflicted to help. He wouldn’t know whether to divide or unite, conquer or compromise. Would he carry a protest sign, join the overpass light brigade, or install metal detectors at the Capitol to keep the cowbells out? Would he sign a recall petition, contribute to a campaign, or sponsor a television commercial? And how would someone with these responsibilities ultimately vote?

With so many decisions to make, it’s no wonder Sir Thomas More lost his head.

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Recall Tales for my grandchildren: the Walkergate scandal

Dear, dear. Scandals, scandals. Criminal defense fund, that’s where we left off. Well, Scottie soon-to-be-former Governor Walker seemed to see himself as above the ordinary folk and even above the law. If he didn’t like a law, he’d change it or (worse) ignore it. 

I’ve known leaders who recognized their weaknesses and surrounded themselves with people who could fill in the gaps in their experience and knowledge. Smart leaders surround themselves with even smarter staff whenever possible. That is, smart and secure leaders surround themselves with good people. 

Insecure leaders, on the other hand, surround themselves with lackeys and staffers who will bow down and do their bidding without ever questioning their decisions – even the poor decisions. Those leaders might employ staff who will follow orders, even if those orders break the law. Toward the end of the Watergate scandal in the 1970s, the big questions were “What did President Nixon know, and when did he know it?” What? You don’t know much about Watergate? I suggested the book All the President’s Men before my nap. If you don’t want to read it, get the movie. Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman, be still my heart … but anyway, you wanted to know about the recall season of 2012. 

Walker’s previous office had been Milwaukee County Executive. His staff from that position, let’s just say, weren’t the admirable and trustworthy type. After Scottie moved into the governor’s mansion, law enforcement revealed that the County Executive’s office was riddled with scandal. Remember when I told you how teachers had to behave themselves on the job and keep their political actions clearly separate from their professional responsibilities? Elected officials have to be careful not to use time on the job as time campaigning. They can’t use materials, staff, or equipment from their jobs to further their election or re-election in any way. There’s a clear line between working and campaigning. 

Well, children, gather ’round and you shall hear of the wild ride of… never mind. That’s a different piece of literature. The Governor (that’s with an -or, dears) watched from his Madison mansion as the investigators moved into serious investigations of County Executive Walker’s staff. Five close aides were charged with fifteen felonies. The FBI raided the home of one of his top staffers. Allegedly, illegal campaigning took place within steps of the County Exec’s desk. The next piece of news was even more incriminating: the governor himself established a criminal defense fund and hired criminal defense lawyers. 

Kiddos, you might be thinking he was just acting as a precaution. That kind of precaution, however, was not legal. A sitting governor could only establish a criminal defense fund if he or she were charged with or about to be charged with a felony. Even then, they could not use a penny of state money to pay for the attorneys.  Walker had been compared to Richard Nixon in his attitude and demeanor, and now a group called One Wisconsin Now was running a website they called Walkergate Files.

What’s that? President Nixon – the president in All the President’s Men. Get the movie or the book, kids. You need the background. Then, and only then, will I share with you the rest of the story. 

Readers, you already know about Watergate and Nixon. You can find out more about Walker’s criminal allegations by visiting One Wisconsin Now’s website devoted to the Walkergate Files. Just click below.

One Wisconsin Now


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Daisy, the poet

Readers, friends, family; you know I haven’t been in the best of health or spirits. I’ve been recovering for a long time, and I continue to inch forward into Healthyland little by little each day. Blogging is therapeutic. So is writing poetry. And while poems can’t bring us a new governor… well, forward, people.

Look back into the not-so-recent past, about 12 years ago. I was heading out for a retreat that concluded a seminar style class for three credits. The final assignment that was kicking my royal hiking boots. On top of that, I needed to finish the work three days early because I was accompanying my class to the annual rite of passage called Sixth Grade Camp. What was the assignment? I thought you’d never ask.

We were to bring a piece of art, story, quote, poem, or some other form of creative self-expression to share with a discussion group. This piece was to reflect a pivotal event or “a-ha!” moment in teaching. I complained to my coworker, also preparing for camp, that I was stumped. “I could just bring something unoriginal, something I’ve read or seen elsewhere. But I just can’t bring myself to do that when I’m capable of writing this myself. But I have the most rotten case of writer’s block ever! Every rough draft I’ve come up with has been trite or lame, and nothing seems to represent the real me!”

“Daisy,” my coworker chuckled, “You could go with nothing in hand, say just that, and it would say volumes about you.”

Well, that comment stopped me in my tracks. For a change, I had nothing to say. But I did go home, grumble, and write. It turned out quite well and needed very little revision. It was hard to share, though, because it was very serious and highly personal.

Now, twelve years later, I’m finally ready to share this poem with the world, or at least with the teaching world. I submitted it to the Journal of the Wisconsin State Reading Association, and they’re going to publish my poem in their August issue. Now readers, some of you are teachers and WSRA members, but I’m going to let you have a sneak preview. The rest of you, well, you can take a peek, too. Here it is.

If I were perfect:

The piles of papers on my desk would be gone
Or at least visibly smaller.
My records would be up to date, up to the minute
All of the time,
Not just for conferences or progress reports.

I would always start math precisely on time
And allow exactly twenty-five minutes for homework.
My class would walk down the hall single file without breaking rank
So quietly you could hear a pencil drop.

I would never get mad
Or raise my voice
Or lose patience
Or let things slide because – well, just because.

But would perfection allow
Creativity
Spontaneity
Flexibility
Excitement, enthusiasm, fun?

Would perfection allow
Time to slow down, pause, stop?
Time to listen
To what the children say
To what the children think
To what the children really feel?

Perfection.
Unattainable, certainly.
But perhaps – just maybe,
Being human is more important.

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Flowers and Workplace Karma

I took a chance and sent a funny email to the cubicle three feet away from me. Hey, don’t laugh. It’s far enough away that she has a window. Really! But anyway, she’s a regular reader of Compost Happens, and she appreciates my sense of, well, irony. She replied to my silly email:

Fellow cubicle dweller: Funny! Daisy, you always manage to put a smile on my face. Can I be known as “Rosebud”? 

That started it. I replied in the positive, of course, but I couldn’t leave it at that.

Me, Daisy: And who will be Chrysanthemum? How about (insert high school English teacher’s name here)? 

Description: Chrysanthemum

Rosebud: I always wanted to be called Rosebud! Don’t ask me why. I think she would enjoy being called Chrysanthemum. (Science teacher) could be Thistle and (Mr. Math) could be Dandelion.

Daisy: I’ll call (another colleague) “Clover” or “Marigold.”

Rosebud: Nice – Marigold seems appropriate. We’ve got the whole garden/plant theme going on here.

Daisy: You realize, of course, that I’m going to blog this.

Readers, are you wondering what started the whole thread? Karma. Pure Karma.

What goes around, comes around.

And you thought I’d made it through an entire post without mentioning the recall election.

 

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More Recall Tales for the Grandkids

Where were we, youngsters? Oh, yes, I was about to talk about recalling the governor of Wisconsin. There were times when we had to seek out the humor in order to keep from falling apart. We found that Walker’s supporters had made a campaign sign that spelled governor wrong- spelled it with an -er instead of -or. Duh. We shared pictures of the misspelled signs and pointed out the idiocy of following a group of people like that, people who weren’t smart enough to proofread their work before posting it in their front yard. 

We were proud that recall volunteers for our side gathered more than double the number of signatures needed to call for the recall election. We needed to submit just over 500,000 based on voter numbers and a complicated formula. When the day came, the organizers trucked in more than one million signatures. One million! Oh, yes, we were proud. There were rumors  about bad craziness, like the guy who claimed to have signed 80 petitions in order to get the petitions thrown out. Turned out he hadn’t signed any – not even one. 

But the real signatures: the real voters, the disenfranchised (look it up, sweetie, it’s a useful descriptive word) and the average middle class workers, they came out of the woodwork. The recall offices downtown were busy places. People actually came to the office and asked to sign petitions. They didn’t wait for recall volunteers to come to them; they came to the volunteers. The momentum in gathering signatures just never seemed to slow down. I was a volunteer myself, kiddos. I wore the lanyard around my neck that announced “Recall volunteer,” kept two recall petitions in my vehicle, and made sure I parked on the street when I went to work so I wasn’t violating the policy on having political items on school property. We teachers had to be careful. 

We had to be careful because there were strict policies about political involvement. Yes, I know I’ve told you that teaching was a radical and political career back then. Our budgets, our reputations, and our pensions were subject to public perception. Public hearing were even held to determine which books students could read in classes. It bordered on censorship at times… but that’s another story

We teachers could park a car with a political bumper sticker in the school lots. We were allowed to wear a campaign button on our jackets on the way in and out of school. We could volunteer on our own time or donate money to a candidate of our choice, but we couldn’t discuss it during school hours or use school equipment (copiers or computers) for political purposes. That meant no  emails, no printing or copying of recall-related news articles, and no reading of blogs on company time. 

We managed, though. We collaborated and shared news during our lunch and our prep periods. We walked out the door together and talked them. We updated each other before the bell rang in the morning and after the kids left in the afternoon. We teachers, we who had dedicated our lives to making a difference, were forced to stand up for ourselves and say we mattered. 

And say it we did. Kidlets, take a break and read All the President’s Men for a little topical entertainment. When I wake up from my nap, I’ll tell you about the governor’s criminal defense fund. 

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