Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Livestock


What is that low, steady, munching sound? It's hundreds of Red Wiggler worms feasting on kitchen scraps and shredded toilet paper rolls! Inspired by sister-thrill-seeker Heidi http://bishopfamilybs.blogspot.com/2008/06/worms-eat-our-garbage.html I've gone in search of a worm bin in order to manufacture the richest compost producing system there is. According to Ellen Sandbeck's booklet Laverme's Handbook of Indoor Worm Composting, the final product, " . . . contains bacterial and fungal populations that are 100X higher than the populations found in average soil." The previous landowner for our garden was the Del Webb construction company. They used this site for storing the heavy equipment and materials used in building the community of Sun City West (population 30K). Needless to say, the land has had no bacterial and fungal populations since about 1977. Sandbeck points out that worm castings (the final product) is so rich in nutrients that it is extremely concentrated and can actually burn plants if used liberally; it is nature's most perfect fertilizer- plant growth factors and B vitamins are even produced in the worms' guts. Goodbye Miracle Gro!
Here's my strategy, so far:
In goes a handful of soil, sand, crushed egg shells, shredded junk mail, dryer lint and several cups of kitchen scraps
I avoid coffee grounds and citrus, which are too acidic; the color ink used for newsprint-colored ink is toxic; bread- the yeast is not easily digested; meat, fish, and processed foods; and litter box leavings.
In the few weeks that the bin has been in operation, I have witnessed a fast turnaround in the decomposition process and have even seen baby worms. I will collect my first handful of castings sometime next week.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Plant freaks are my peeps

Papa y yo tambien

'Super Sicilian' Santi


Marshall and Mark: Full moon gardeners

(that's a mask at Marshall's throat- er . . . the mask goes over the mouth , Dude).

Monday, October 6, 2008

Janette and Jim

Due must be given to two extraordinarily generous fellow-gardeners:
In order to obtain a garden plot, I had to join the local garden club, the Sun City West Agricultural Club. The very first member I met was Janette Gricol, who manages the plots (she gives each new gardener an in-depth orientation. Janette is uber-organized and has limitless patience and energy. But it is her friendliness that inspires me the most).
After our meeting, she and I hopped into her golf car for a tour of the entire club compound. She stopped to chat with every member who was toiling that hot July morning. I was introduced to them all (maybe 6 members) . . . so friendly and welcoming. I have learned from her that socialization is just as important as gardening. By following her good example, I have been rewarded by getting to know all the terrific folks on my street ("Garlic Grove"). I now feel slighted if anyone drives by and doesn't at least wave.

Janette's husband, Jim, is just as golden. When I mentioned to Janette that I might be interested in caging the plot, she suggested that Jim help me construct it. When I demurred, she assured me that Jim enjoys helping other gardeners. She sure wasn't kidding. He has had a hand in building many, many cages or at the very least, contributing his plans for the construction of them. He even provides a list of supplies and suggestions for sources! Easy-going, knowledgeable and hard-working, Jim is a wonderful garden guru, as well. Not in five lifetimes could I have created, on my own, what he did for me in the course of a month, in 100 degrees + temps (in 4 hour, early morning sessions; about 16-18 hours, total).
Another Gricol appeal:
They grow okra and peanuts. That's exotic gardening to this Midwestern-raised gardener. Happy, happy gardener am I to have had such an auspicious start.
Pay it forward, girly . . .