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Building Friable Soil in Your Garden


Okay. So I am lazy today. I am going to cheat and use something I wrote elsewhere here.

I visited one of my reader’s blogs (he has several) about his raised bed garden. He described how he built it up and what is growing there. He is enjoying eating fresh produce.

As a gardener, I have opinions about creating good garden soil. I decided to express mine to him via a comment on his post. Then I thought I would share it here, in case another gardener out there is like me and looking for new ways to improve the garden dirt. So here goes:

Thanks for visiting my blog and introducing me to yours. Not sure how long you will be gardening where you are, but if you do the following through the winter, you’ll be amazed at the tilth improvement by spring — that is if you have the organisms (like worms) in your clay soil to break garbage into compost.

Anyway, here goes. Take all your PLANT matter kitchen scraps, egg shells, and coffee grounds and dump it into 6-8″ deep holes in your raised beds. Cover the garbage back up with dirt. Mother nature turns it into a rich compost. If you do it for multiple years, your soil turns black and needs no tilling because the soil is friable. I have red clay. You’d never know it to look at the soil in my raised beds.

I also compost horse manure, used chicken coop bedding and spoiled hay in a pile for a couple of years. Once well broken down, I use that to start new raised beds, followed by the winter in-the-ground composting. I grow luscious vegetables with no added fertilizer.

As I re-read what I wrote above, I realize that my writing improves through a similar technique. I keep adding tidbits here and there, letting the matter percolate in my being. Over time, each bit of advice or new skill learned builds my skill set.

How about you? How do you improve either your garden or your writing?

Over-Caffeinated


“Hell. Where is it going now?”

The ever-circling icon in front of WordPress.com on the toolbar indicates I am off in an unknown and unwanted direction.

“When will I ever get the hang of this?” I click a button. Nothing. I click again. Click, click, click. Still the circle goes round and round.

WordPress.com is not responding, the tool bar reads.

“No shit.”

Click. click. click.

Try something else. Add tags. Yeah, I’ll add tags. I type HUMOR, but only the H appears.  And the flashing hash is in front of the H. I move the cursor behind the H and type UMOR, but only the U appears and the hash is in front of the U.

“Dammit.”

I try again, but can only type one letter at a time. I am getting tired of repositioning the cursor. I go back to working on the body of the post.  In the midst of a sentence, everything disappears.

WTF?

The circular icon is spinning again. And spinning, spinning, spinning.

The list of posts appears.

“I did not hit publish. I did NOT,” I say as I scan down to today’s items. I see the word DRAFT.

“Oh, thank God.”

I click “edit.” The screen with text appears. Half of my post is gone, vanished in mid-sentence, mid-word. About three paragraphs before the spot where  I was working– gone!

I stand up, close the notebook lid and head to the kitchen for another cup of coffee.

 

True story. My morning. End of story.