Three Minute Gardening

Dilemma du jour: straw bale fertilizer.

I bought fertilizer with the right ratio of nitrogen to phosphate to potash. I measured (well, pretty closely) the proper amount. I soaked the bales with my soaker hose every night, every other night adding fertilizer. So why is the fertilizer still sitting on top of the bales and not washing into the middle of each bale the way I expected it would?

Possible answers:

  • Maybe I bought the wrong fertilizer and inadvertently got the time-release kind.
  • Maybe I should be using a hose with nozzle so the water pressure washes the fertilizer down into the deep.
  • Maybe I’m just impatient and should settle down, turn off the hose, and blog instead.

Gardeners? Internet research gurus? Others? What’s going wrong? Or is nothing going wrong?

For now, I’m going to send out a Tweet asking for help. The Twitter-verse is usually good for gardening advice. TTFN – Ta-ta-for-now!

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Adventures on the Internet

A middle school student in our virtual school had a lesson blocked by his “net nanny” filter program. Why? The net nanny determined this lesson had a Mature Theme.

The lesson: Relationships Between Parallel and Perpendicular Lines.

My students must meet certain source requirements for their research, including print and online sources. I teach a lesson about recognizing reliable sources on the Internet. They always complain a little when I say, “No Wikipedia!” In addition, I don’t want my kiddos reading a conspiracy theory site and deciding that because it’s on the web, it must be true. So when I saw this on Facebook, I borrowed it.

“Quotes found on the Internet are not always accurate.”

— Abraham Lincoln

On another note, the closed captions on MeTV continue to entertain. In today’s episode, “blood pressure” became “blog pressure.” I can identify with the first phrase, but I don’t feel pressure to blog. I do it for fun. In fact, blogging is kind of like gardening: cheaper than therapy!

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Compost – it happens

Chuck wanted to know where to put the ashes when he cleaned out the fireplace. I told him to dump them in the small compost bin. He replied “The pretty, fake terra cotta, un-green plastic one?” Hah, my dear, it’s made from recycled materials AND I got it free in exchange for posting a review. That must be worth something in the O.K. household.

Anyway, it reminded me of some fun I had with La Petite when this compost bin was new. Here you are, folks, from a few years back – the new bin. 

I’m a garden geek. My son calls me a green freak. My daughter? You’ll see.

Husband tolerates and even supports my green proclivities. In fact, he brought home my first composter and later bought me a pitchfork to go with it. Lately I’ve been hinting that I need a second compost bin. “What’s wrong with this one?” he asked. “Nothing’s wrong with it; it’s full.”

That was in May. Luckily, compost compacts as it decomposes, making room for more. Now it’s August, and the bin is filled to the brim with organic matter. It needs stirring, and then I’d really like to leave it alone for a full year – a full twelve months or more. That means next spring I would not empty the bin and till it into the garden soil; I’d let it sit until the following spring instead, giving everything a better chance to decompose completely. But meanwhile, where would my kitchen scraps and yard waste go? Enter the new composter.


My new composter is smaller and cuter than my big beautiful bin. It has some nice features, too. This composter has a base and an insert to keep the solids off the bottom and let the liquids, the “compost tea,” drain off, and a spigot in front for collection. Compost tea makes a great fertilizer, I’ve been told.

When I want to empty the compost, I simply open the back. It stays open nicely, which will make it simple to shovel the rich soil enhancer into my wheelbarrow.


The holes in the sides have purpose: they allow air to circulate and speed up the process, and the holes are big enough that I can poke a broom handle or stick inside to aerate the compost itself. And last, I mentioned it’s somewhat smaller than my old one. It’s still a hefty size – big enough to fit a college senior inside. Yes, that’s La Petite, modeling the new composter for all of my lovely readers.

As soon as I decide where to place it, I’ll post more pictures! Then I’ll fill it with kitchen scraps and weeds and other organic goodies, and let the compost happen.

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The Varmints Return

I stockpiled cardboard boxes for use in my garden and under the rock garden.

I’ve been composting kitchen scraps all winter.

So what happens? A varmint slips into the O.K. Chorale’s backyard and explores (read: trashes) my resources.

Growl. That's me growling, not the critter.

Growl. That’s me growling, not the critter.

This one must have tiny hands, er, paws, to fit inside the holes in the compost bin and pull out strips of parchment paper. Given time, that parchment paper will decompose. Give it time, varmint!

The pizza boxes were easy to stack. The furry creature (I don’t think it’s feathered, really) just made a mess. It didn’t destroy anything. Maybe it doesn’t like cheese.

But anyway, back at the O.K. Chorale, temperatures have gone down to the level of Snow Flurries again. No outdoor work today! Growl.

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Buried Beneath the Snow

Petunia wondered what I might find as the snow melted. The campaign sign is gone – picked up, I believe, by the organization that sponsored it. But as the snow fades away, not all is lovely. Here’s a view of my deck.

Non-recyclables

Non-recyclables

I admit it, it’s a mess. Pizza boxes are soiled with food residue, so they’re not recyclable. I stashed them in the snow piles on our deck. Now I can use them as weed blocks in the new garden or as a base to start the rock garden again.

pizza boxes galore!

pizza boxes galore!

I will admit to ordering a few pizzas during the winter, but not all of these. I scavenged the boxes after a recent party at work. Now I should have plenty for the expanded garden in the backyard and the rock garden, too. Anything left over will be soaked, torn into strips, and composted.

Some see a pizza. I see potential.

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It’s all political.

Last month, my school district sent a referendum to its voters. The voters responded by saying, “Yes! We’re willing to pay in a little bit more to support our schools.” I did my part by posting a sign.

A campaign sign is a visible, tangible symbol of support. Mine was more tangible than visible because we were hit with (yet another) snowstorm just before the election.

Really. There's a sign here.

Really. There’s a sign here.

When the snow melts enough, I’ll pull it out and reuse the stand somewhere in the garden. Reusing and repurposing political signs is just another way to make a statement: the statement that my convictions last beyond election day.

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It’s March, and it’s Madness.

My March Madness doesn’t revolve around a basketball.tournament.

The only brackets in my March Madness are those that hold up shelves.

On the outside, my March Madness looks like this.

Snow on snow on snow.

Snow on snow on snow.

Indoors, I decided to fight the Madness with this.

Planting time!

Planting time!

I planted seeds for pepper plants. There’s something about the smell of dirt that helps release the madness of March. There’s a sweet satisfaction in filling a bucket with snow (see it, on the right?) just to let it melt, and then watering seeds with it. The rain barrels are still upside down and snow-covered, but I CAN and I WILL find ways to be green.

The deck may be snowy, but spring is on the way.

 

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Winter Whine List

  • Another Polar Vortex?
  • Who decided that temperatures below zero were a good idea?
  • Who invented wind chill, and why?
  • Does this cold stretch mean March is coming in like a Lion? It’ll go out like a lamb then, right? Right?
  • By this time we usually mind the snow a little less because we can look forward to seeing it melt. But the temperatures today….
  • I’d throw a little sand and salt on that ice patch, but when temperatures get this low, there’s no point.
  • Dang Arctic blast.
  • The compost bin is frozen. I can’t get the top off.
  • Does the vehicle we’re test driving have working heat? Hey, does the control in the back seat work? And it works well? Sold.
  • Ack! It’s windy.
  • Oof! It’s cold.
  • Why are the seeds already on display at the store? Next to the shovels, no less?
  • There’s another front moving in. Which one of us gets to have the weather headache this time?
  • When will this end?

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Living Smaller: Three Questions

Last year Mother Nature Network ran a valuable series about living with less. I applied some of their advice and found it good. Recently, Mother Nature Network shared a simple post with three questions that can help downsize and minimize overdoing shopping with new purchases.

Question 1: Do I really need this?

To begin, define Need. For example, I’m thinking of getting myself a tablet. I’ve narrowed down how I will use it, what kinds of features I want, and the kinds of apps that I’ll use the most. But if I’m honest with myself, I don’t need this. It’s a luxury.

Question 2: If I’ve lived without this until now, can I continue to do so?

This would be a garden question. I saw a new idea for tomato supports. I could make this, but I don’t need it because I already have some very good tomato supports. I could make the new kind, sure, but my old ones are efficient, and I really don’t need to plant so many tomatoes that I’d need to buy or build more supports – unless, of course, I decided to can more tomato sauce and stewed tomatoes…. stop thinking, Daisy. Stop. I have enough space to grow what I need, and I have enough fabulous spiral stakes to handle those plants, so facing the reality that I already have what I need will stop me from spending money or wasting space on unnecessary new equipment.

Question 3: Is this item the most long-lasting (physically and stylistically) and greenest option available?

This question will be the big one as we search for a replacement for my minivan. It’s nearing the end of its valuable life, and we’re doing the pre-purchase research necessary to make the right choice in a replacement vehicle. Need it? Yes. Got along without it so far? No – the new acquisition will replace something we currently own. The greenest option – we still struggle with whether or not a hybrid is the right vehicle for us. A standard car that gets decent mileage might be better.

So on we go, boats against the current – or we would be, if the water weren’t frozen solid.

 

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Reusing, Repurposing, and Mysteries

Gift bags are easy to reuse. Stuff with fresh tissue, tie a new tag on the handles, and the gift is good to go. I pulled this one out of the basement stash a few days ago. The “stash” is a big Rubbermaid tub filled with holiday themed gift bags in every possible size and shape.

Pretty bag!

Pretty bag!

La Petite caught the bag in just the right light and discovered this.

Who?

Who?

Here’s the mystery. We have no Julie in the immediate family. The closest Travis is a cousin once removed, someone on the level of an annual card, but not in the gift circle. I have several friends named Julie – it’s a popular name for my generation thanks to Julie Andrews – but none that I know of with a Travis for a nephew.

Julie and Travis, wherever they are, probably don’t remember this bag. They certainly don’t know that their bag is a gift that keeps on giving. For that matter, they might not have been the first to use it. Ah, if only the gift bag could talk.

 

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