A Break, and Summer

I’m humming a little Gershwin, as I often do on the last day of the school year. As if the end of the school year and all it entails weren’t enough, we’re still regrouping from Tuesday’s election. I’m sorting through “goodbye and have a good summer” emails at school and “thanks for the support” emails at home. The only kind missing is “Goodbye, and thanks for all the fish!”

But meanwhile, back at the OkayByMe Ranch, I’m preparing for the low tech part of my summer: dirt therapy, also known as garden. I bought four packages of bamboo stakes, long ones, to use for the multitude of tomato plants that grew from seed. My excuse has been “They were old seeds; I didn’t know they’d all grow!” Well, they did, and the tomato gang will be a backstory all summer long.

While we public school teachers wound up our end-of-year records and cleaned our desks, we were still reeling from the election results just days ago. The Rich Republicans may have predicted we public servants and our Democratic cohorts would slink away with our tails between our legs. Nope. Not in this town. The local Democratic party will be marching in Saturday’s parade, which is the largest Flag Day parade in the state, if not the nation. They’ll be one entry among many, but they’ll be there.

So I’ll take a break, a well earned break, dig in the dirt, visit the farmers’ markets, and make my own kinds of contributions at the storefront turned political hub downtown.

Maybe they’ll like tomatoes.

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Guerrilla gardening -or- Sneaky Seeds

Guerrilla gardening:

  • gardening on land on which gardeners do not have permission to plant
  • making and using “seed bombs” to distribute seeds secretly
  • the illicit cultivation of someone else’s land
  • gardening public space with or without permission

The guerrilla in my backyard is showing up in the form of basil.

Basil partnering with a pepper plant

Basil instead of a pepper plant

Basil sharing space with cilantro

Basil in its intended pot

…and a starter pot for extra basil and thyme.

Sneaky, that pile of potential pesto. Here’s how it happened. No seed bombs were harmed in the planting process. Instead, the seeds hibernated in a large pot that I attempted to bring indoors for the winter. The basil didn’t get enough sun to thrive indoors, so I used the seemingly empty potting soil to start tomato and pepper seeds. Sure enough, those hibernating seeds decided to flourish, and I can only blame myself for the results.

…or maybe it was this sneaky guerrilla gardener.

 

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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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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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Daisy’s Garden Takes Shape: Planting Peppers

Episode Two in The Garden Takes Shape took place Saturday evening. I was busy in an air conditioned office during the afternoon shift, entering data from canvassing volunteers. It was unseasonably warm in Wisconsin with a recall race heating up, so I waited until I could work in the shade. Clever, eh? Worked in the election reference right away. If you’re alert, you’ll notice a few more references cleverly hidden in the context of the post.

Performance art or garden sculpture?

This corner , mainly inhabited by “walking” green onions, needed work. It offered cages to be removed & grass roots to pull, and you know the strength of grass-roots organizing. I took care of the space around the onions, and I was ready. Well, almost ready.

I use a variation on Square Foot Gardening. I plan my space, block off the squares, and then figure out how many plants or seeds can fit in the space according to the number of squares in the grid.

What grid, you ask? I’ll show you.

This grid.

My grids are not faithful to the trademarked Square Foot Gardening technique. My grid is fairly accurate (I measure), but it’s not permanent. It’s made of masking tape. By the time I’m done planting and I no longer need the guidelines, it’ll be stuck to my shoes or tangled in the topsoil. That’s all fine with me, since it’s biodegradable.

Saturday night, while the guys in the family shopped for groceries, I dug into the soil and placed my pepper plants in their places. Squared, cubed, or otherwise multiplied, these little seedlings have the power to produce the ingredients for many jars of salsa next August.

 

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The Compostermom Returns

I know some of you are thinking “Daisy! Enough of the political posts already! How’s your garden?” While I ponder the symbolism of the grass roots that can’t be contained…. okay, I’m back in the dirt.

We had major rains for several days, bringing Lake Okaybyme back to the backyard. After a few breezy days and dry nights, Lake Okaybyme and its counterpart, Swamp NotsoOkaybyme, have receded far enough that I can wade through the grassland and reach the compost bin. I found, unfortunately, that someone small with opposable thumbs had gotten to the bin first. This bandit had pulled open the access panel and spilled decomposed matter and some not-yet-compost all over the ground. Growl. To make matters worse, the masked avenger had opened the opposite access panel from its previous forays into my compost.

In more than ten years of composting, last year was the first time I’ve ever had a problem with a fuzzball or two in black, white, and gray. Now they’re back, the dang varmints. I told you last year, you. Get outta my compost, punk!

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Rock Garden Re-do: The Finale

Okay, readers. All of you who doubted me: here it is. The finished rock garden! Keep in mind that the soil in the foreground will host more mums, and the small patch next to the porch is home to daffodils and lilies. I didn’t feel like I needed the rocks to be deep; they just needed to cover the barriers and the space.

On the right and toward the left center are two planters that fit the rock garden decor theme. I’ll find something appropriate for those two later – after the danger of frost is (mostly) past.

Oh, you wanted a close-up? Sorry. I thought the long shots would do. I’m sure I’ll post a coda later in the planting season. After all, gardening truly rocks.

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4 x 10 – A Grassroots movement toward recall

Anyone who’s tried converting a patch of lawn into a garden knows the power of grass roots. The grass will keep trying to come back. Fifteen years after turning the soil of my first garden plot, I still find corners with grass trying to grow. I fight it back, and I consider the metaphor.

Grassroots organizers are powerful, too. This kind of political activist group works at the ground level, hangs on tightly, and doesn’t go away. Instead, a grassroots campaign spreads its message by canvassing, calling, and other direct to-the-voters techniques.

Wisconsin Education Association Council (WEAC) has a lot at stake in this election. WEAC’s grassroots style plan for the recall: hit the pavement and the phones.

They call it 4 x 10: a plan for success. If each WEAC member accomplishes these four goals, the recall will be successful. The plan, like many grassroots plan, makes the election personal. Since it’s personal, I ask myself “How do I measure up?”

Collect 10 signatures on recall petitions. Yes, I did that. I set a goal of being personally responsible for at least ten people signing petitions. My ten became part of the larger whole: more than one million signatures, nearly double the number needed to request a recall election.

Donate or raise $10 to the recall effort. I haven’t done this yet. It might be best if I stop in at our local Democratic Party office and make my donation there. The Democrats are looking split right now between four candidates; by donating to the party itself, I can be a little more certain that my money will be part of a solid effort to defeat Walker.

Reach out to ten voters. I’ve started. I talked to two friends who vote absentee because their jobs require a lot of travel. Both plan to request their ballots early this week. Amigo will vote absentee as well, since he is in school out of town. That’s three: I need to reach at least seven more. I’m aiming next at young parents – those who will see their children hurt by Walker’s policies.

Give ten hours of time to help with the effort. Does blogging count? Maybe. In addition, I should look for another way to help turn voters toward a state of healing, not hurting.

I’ll reclaim my garden.

Let’s work together to reclaim Wisconsin.

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Rock Garden Re-do, continued

Chuck is helping with the rock garden. Sort of. A little. Well, he’s helping a bit, and he’s doing so only a little grudgingly. He makes fun of it, too. Growl.

I pulled all the big rocks to the sides of the garden space and then shoveled up most of the small rocks. The smaller rocks came with a lot of soil. I kept thinking I needed a shovel equivalent to a slotted spoon. The rake was too big, and the shovel brought up so much dirt…. well, anyway, I ended up with a wheelbarrow full of stones and soil.
Meanwhile, I put down the new barriers to (hopefully) keep the mint in its place. I hear you laughing, readers. I think the layer of 20 Mule Team Borax under the barriers will help quite a bit. Oh, and Petunia? The pizza box from the leftovers went to good use as part of the rock garden barrier, so thank you.
Then I attacked the stones. I pulled up a chair next to the wheelbarrow and started pulling stone out of the dirt and dropping them in a bucket. The trouble was, it took a long time and felt like I was only getting, well, a drop in bucket. I started to ask Chuck’s opinion. He interrupted with, “bigger rocks” before he’d even heard the full question.
So much for advice from the engineer in the house.
I moved back to the wheelbarrow and got another bucket full of stones. Chuck, full of remorse (not really), came outside and suggested I buy a few bags of decorative stones instead of plugging away at the chore of picking them out and rinsing them off at the rain barrel. I hesitated. It’s a point of pride that I created this rock garden last year at no cost – seriously, not a penny. But when reminded that my time investment is worth money, too, I gave in. Chuck dumped the wheelbarrow’s load on our soon-to-be berm in the backyard and we bought three bags of rocks from Home Depot.
The rock bags had some ridiculous marketing on them. Who designs these things? “Will not decay.” Sure, but will it erode? “Easy to apply.” Um, yeah. Open bag; dump.

Readers, look at the above photo. Chuck thinks I need at least two more bags. After I spread these, we’ll make a decision. Or, I’ll make a decision. This time, I think I’ll proceed without the engineer’s input.

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Rock Garden Re-do

While I wait for the planting season, I’m still playing in the dirt. Chuck turned the soil, and then I took the large rake to it, chopped up the larger clumps, and spread it a bit more evenly. Next on the fill-the-time list: the rock garden.

I usually forget to take the “before” picture that makes a Before and After interesting. Oops, I did it again. In its place I will share two “during” photos. The top shot shows the stones still covering the ground, but most of the larger rocks have been moved, relocated until I’m done with the work.


The next point of view is the long shot, taken lower in order to better share the overview. There’s still a little soil in the foreground. I expect that will eventually fill with the ever-spreading mums. Next to the porch are a few bulbs: daffodils, a tulip or two, and a few Asian lilies. The blank spaces in between are temporarily hosting a few of the big rocks.
The plan:
  • Take the entire collection out.
  • Place new barriers (corrugated cardboard and/or newspaper) on the mint-filled and weed-filled soil.
  • Dump stones back on top of barriers.
  • Artistically place the larger rocks.
  • Hope for the best.
Readers, I’m sure I’ll have an After shot for you when it’s done. While you wait, tell me: what kind of projects are keeping you busy while you wait for planting season?

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