tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75597814937832946882024-02-20T21:21:01.863-08:00organic lawn adventuresSal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-6239929105578465832012-07-26T08:44:00.001-07:002012-07-26T08:44:44.757-07:00Harvest<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We picked the bigger heads of rye and left the rest for the turkeys and deer. Now it will hang upside down for a bit to make the heads easier to grab – then we'll try the chicken-wire-and-plywood winnowing technique. Stay tuned.Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-18373476582848921752012-07-06T12:56:00.000-07:002012-07-06T12:57:55.162-07:00Instant Chicken TractorWell, not so instant. i've been working on it for what seems weeks.<br />
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The top went together pretty easily. My neighbor gave us her old coop - a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ware-Manufacturing-Premium-Chick-N-Villa-Chicken/dp/B003QZIL66?tag=duckduckgo-d-20" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Ware Chick-N-Villa</a>. I was sure I could transform it into a chicken tractor ... a moveable coop you reposition each day to give the ladies access to new weeds and bugs. With a tractor, you get all the benefits of free-range birds without the constant danger from predators.<br />
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It needed a bit of reinforcement here and there but it was largely intact. The previous owner had built a small extension which makes the coop just big enough for four birds.<br />
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After thinking about design for a day or two, I settled on fastening the whole thing together with two 10-foot deck planks. I repaired the missing bits of cage wire and wired the bottom with four-inch fence to keep the raccoons and foxes out. The four-inch holes in the fence are plenty large for the birds to scratch and peck in the organic lawn.<br />
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To make it mobile, I added a pair of wheels from Harbor Freight – $12 for the pair. That was the tricky part. The challenge is getting the wheels out of the way so the tractor sits flat on the ground when you're not rolling it. Otherwise the chickies have a harder time walking around the fence material and the gap invites predators.<br />
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Went through several design ideas, none worked. Finally settled on a rotating arm arrangement which allows the wheels to swing out of the way when the tractor is stationary.<br />
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So far, so good. The chickies are so happy to be out of their brooder – and since the coop has a built in light bulb, they'll be toasty overnight after the temperature drops.<br />
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My goal was getting it all done for under $100. Total came in around $75.<br />
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<br />Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-7086407424215185282012-07-06T12:37:00.002-07:002012-07-06T12:38:01.983-07:00Chickies!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here they are ... our newest addition. Two Americanas and two Brown Layers. They are growing like weeds. In this photo, enjoying the organic lawn – hanging out in a repurposed dog kennel. (Coop under construction.)Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-65557666849393945012012-06-11T06:02:00.002-07:002012-06-11T06:02:55.472-07:00The Last Wheelbarrow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I just shoveled 20 yards of compost – and boy are my arms tired.<br />
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Having <a href="http://organiclawnadventures.blogspot.com/2012/03/why-didnt-i-think-of-this-sooner.html">20 yards of compost delivered</a> was a great idea because it saved hours and hours of driving the trailer to the landfill and waiting for the bulldozer.<br />
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It wasn't such a great idea because it meant <i>I had to shovel 20 yards of compost</i>.<br />
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But - it gets the upper body in tone after a winter confined to desk work. There's always ibuprofen for the lower back.<br />
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And the lawn has never looked better.Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-62725159697525065712012-05-09T07:03:00.000-07:002012-05-09T07:07:42.972-07:00My Emerald Waves of GrainSometimes a good idea turns into a great one.<br />
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Last fall, I was checking out at the feed & seed store. Saw a sack of seed under a hand-scrawled sign. “Rye. Great winter cover.”</div>
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From a distance I assumed it was some kind of ryegrass. Moving closer, I grabbed a handful. As a baker and brewer, I’ve had enough food grain in my hands over the years to recognize it. It wasn’t turfgrass seed, it was rye – <i>Secale cereale</i>, the grain used to make bread and whiskey.</div>
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Wheels turned. I’m thinking harvest, not cover. Bread, beer, who knows?</div>
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I grabbed two pounds. I had visions of using it to create a no-mow strip right in the middle of the front yard. But since we’d never grown it before and had no idea what to expect, the Mrs. was less than enthusiastic about that plan. So I opted for the spot that I knew couldn’t possibly get any worse: the backyard desert.</div>
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My backyard has a strip of bone-dry death, about 150 feet long and 10 feet wide. Next to nothing grows there. <i>Not even crabgrass</i>. About all that could get footing in that spot was the occasional broom sedge and wild lettuce. Mostly it was just hard, ugly, barren dirt – a haven for burrowing wasps. </div>
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I scattered the rye there, expecting zilch. After all, I had scattered grass seed there for years, eventually giving up on it as nothing after nothing took root.</div>
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I irrigated on and off – not as much as I should have. Fortunately we had a decent amount of rain that fall. And within weeks, this barren scar of sterile desert was greening up. I could scarcely believe my own eyes.</div>
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I’ve since learned that rye is a great thing to plant in bad soil. It has fairly strong roots that break up compacted soil. When the annual stalks die off, the roots and straw add biomass to the soil. It does better in crappy conditions than its cousins, barley and wheat. And farmers use it as a natural weed control, since discourages weeds from getting a foothold. It’s also remarkably resistant to pests and diseases. No wonder grain grasses like wheat, barley and rye formed the backbone of human civilization. They’ll thrive just about anywhere. </div>
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By Thanksgiving, it was lush and green, maybe six or eight inches tall. It stayed that way all winter. Frost and snow didn’t seem to bother it. Come spring, it was off to the races. The stuff grew like weeds – from inches to feet in just a few weeks. It really dressed up that formerly arid strip of yard, spawning a small meadow of green. (I challenge anybody to sit near it on a breezy day and not find meditative calm in the sight and sound of the gently swaying fronds.)</div>
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<br />Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-32715568778912236732012-03-22T08:00:00.000-07:002012-03-22T08:00:04.778-07:00Why didn't I think of this sooner?Well, to be fair, I thought of it. Just never acted on it.<br />
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One reason I dreaded the annual compost top dress was how tedious just getting the compost is. (Not to mention days of manual labor moving it around.) I'd been driving to the county dump with my little Jeep-towed trailer, buying it a yard at a time. Getting just one load rarely takes less than 45 minutes. A half hour if all the stars align.<br />
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This yard is <i>way</i> too big. It needs around 15 yards of compost for the annual top dress. That probably cost me 10 hours or more, just driving back and forth to the dump and waiting my turn.<br />
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I'd always wondered about delivery but never inquired until this year. The price per yard is the same, with a 20-yard minimum and a $50 delivery charge. Sign me up!<br />
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It arrived. In a big way. Gotta go. I've got some compost spreading to do.<br />
<br />Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-64045471327989834112012-03-22T07:47:00.000-07:002012-03-22T07:50:01.743-07:00Spring Report (early)Spring sprung rather early this year. Well, technically, it didn't really 'spring' at all, as we didn't have much of a winter.<br />
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And this year is do or die. Year three of Tukey's three-year plan. If the lawn turns to proverbial excrement this summer, it's going to be serious soul-searching time.<br />
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I am cautiously optimistic. First, the clover has never looked better. I am fairly confident this is related to the 2011-12 non-winter. Normally the snow and ice does a number on it. It rarely comes up this strong in spring (and I can't reseed this time of year since I'm also spreading pre-emergent to discourage the crabgrass seeds from germinating.) But this year it's thick and lush, at least in some spots.<br />
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Second, I bit the bullet and had the 'builder's grade' irrigation system repaired. No offense meant if you're a builder. But our builder's sprinkler contractor was a team of Keystone Kops Knuckleheads. They didn't bother to review the property plan – simply guessing where the borders were. They installed the wrong kind of head nozzles. And they did not optimize the well pump for irrigation. Nice work, guys.<br />
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The result - desert-dry swaths throughout the property. So, this year, I've finally corrected all those blunders. Even though an organic lawn requires way less water than a chemical one - it needs some. All those bone-dry, drought-prone swaths grew mainly crabgrass and black medick, no matter how often I watered. We'll see how they do this year.<br />
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Stay tuned.Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-70518899819266221452012-01-20T06:39:00.000-08:002012-01-20T06:51:52.577-08:00Good news, bad news (but mostly good)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Summer number two is behind us. I have to admit, by mid-August I was pretty ticked off about the whole thing and ready to <a href="http://organiclawnadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/magical-fall-comeback.html">throw in the towel.</a> Now that cooler weather (and heads) have prevailed, I can give you a more accurate account of what's going on out there. <br />
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First the bad news. The crabgrass had its way with the lawn for most of the summer. (In spite of my corn meal gluten vigilance.) The black medick went a little nuts, too - most likely a product of my crappy builder's-grade sprinkler system. Black medick likes dry and we have plenty of that. The pinheads who installed the sprinkler system didn't give us enough heads so there are great swaths of lawn untouched by water, no matter how long I run the sprinklers. A fix for another day. <br />
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That's about it. Not too terrible.<br />
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The good news: the good grass made a strong comeback once the weather cooled and the crabgrass died off; the dandelions are much fewer in number than in previous years; and the clover patches are doing really well.Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-78275335265416321862011-10-26T12:15:00.000-07:002012-05-02T05:33:01.370-07:00The magical fall comebackI didn't post all summer for one reason. I was ticked off.<br />
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Spring wasn’t too bad. The dandelions were less numerous this year and the crabgrass seemed more manageable.<br />
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Then midsummer came along. Hot, dry, hotter and drier. Did I mention it was hot and dry?<br />
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Attempting to avoid a repeat of 2010, I had a mid-summer application of corn gluten meal ready to go. Before the crabgrass took over the neighbor’s lawns, I had it down. Thought I'd nipped it in the bud. <br />
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I was wrong. I might have well flushed $100 down the commode, or so I thought. The crabgrass spread like Britney Spears Twitter gossip, in spite of my corn gluten vigilance.<br />
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It was a dark moment in my organic lawn journey. After 24 months of toil, way too much money and countless weekends lost to lawn labor ... my lawn looked about the same as it did when the chemical squad was spraying and salting my yard with nasty herbicides, insecticides and other miscellaneous life-icides.<br />
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I'll be perfectly honest, I was ready to throw in the towel in this folly of an organic lawn experiment and buy some big-ass bags of cheap-ass chemical weed-&-feed for spring. <br />
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Just thinking about the lawn put me in a dark mood. I harbored fantasies of to sending Tukey email to give him a piece of my mind and calling Mike McGrath on his radio show to yell at him. <br />
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Of course, I wouldn’t do either of those things, no matter how angry I got. First, my mom didn’t raise any pinheads and second, it’s a lawn, for God’s sake. It’s not the kind of thing that warrants that kind of emotional expenditure.<br />
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So I stewed and plotted. I had a compromise planned. Come spring, I’ll go to the turf warehouse and by some straight pre-emergent, without herbicide. Maybe that way I could get a jump on the crabgrass without killing the clover I’d so carefully encouraged for the past two years. At least the crabgrass was green, albeit the <i>wrong</i> green.<br />
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Then something uncanny happened. By August, when the hottest part of summer was over, the lawn transformed itself. As the crabgrass died off, new growth of good grass and clover replaced it. Little by little, the days grew shorter, the nights grew cooler – and the lawn got greener. <br />
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This is what a healthy lawn is supposed to do. But here’s the news flash: it had never happened here before. Any other year, the crabgrass took over all summer. When it died, come fall, it left a brown desert in its place. When the chem-squad was showing up every other month to spread poison, they were killing the soil. Dead soil, dead lawn – every fall, like clockwork. <br />
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As I was plotting revenge fantasies against Tukey and McGrath for leading me astray, watching the crabgrass race across the lawn, the roots of the good grass were feeding and growing below. As soon as Mother Nature took the crabgrass out of the picture, the lawn bounced back – like a champ. <br />
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That’s big. And unprecedented. <br />
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Sorry, Paul. Sorry, Mike. Sorry for doubting you. Sorry for muttering unkind things about you, under my breath. You guys are OK in my book. I'm glad I hung in there.<br />
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Thank God I never sent that e-mail.Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-36464520204735855212011-06-15T05:52:00.000-07:002011-06-15T06:02:38.523-07:00Again with the corn gluten mealLast year we were caught with our pants down. By Independence Day the crabgrass was going completely nuts in the yard.<br /><br />Mid-season around here, there's a big bloom of newly germinated crabgrass. It's obvious thanks to the bright, kelly-green color. I think it's <a href="http://njaes.rutgers.edu/weeds/weed.asp?crabgrass">this guy</a>, but not entirely sure. And it's everywhere. Every lawn, empty lot and roadside. I even pulled some from a discarded flowerpot yesterday.<br /><br />My lawn is pretty diverse right now - all kinds of wonderful turf crops and herbs sprawling out there. The perfect cover to hide the new blades of crabgrass. I never even saw them.<br /><br />But up the street - a blue-green carpet of chemical-induced monoculture. Not so diverse. And smack in the middle, a patch of bright green crabgrass. That was my sentinel moment. It's a few weeks early - thanks to an uncharacteristic heat wave last week, I suspect.<div><br /></div><div>Back to the seed store. Fortunately they still had a few bags of meal. And on to the lawn. The weather cooperated perfectly. It started drizzling as I was spreading and rained nice and steady for several hours thereafter. Mother nature watered it in for me. Today's going to be dry - the perfect cycle for corn gluten activation. It won't kill what's already sprouted but at least it will put the cabash on any new seedlings.</div><div><br /></div><div>Keeping my fingers crossed.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-68882952622025118802011-06-15T05:48:00.000-07:002011-06-15T05:51:53.763-07:00Year Two: Diversity<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtU4SRznmgODV6k2hjOiIl-jngk5nrlVyW-51WtEfB4pnyduX7NTv7wgV3DsCLrzisSGOMYuOVAph3eyBsdgfuORz4CEe-cysQf5O7IWmKdz2fDcdAJcrIep_chVUg2HD3on-SUi-w6Te/s1600/diversity_lo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtU4SRznmgODV6k2hjOiIl-jngk5nrlVyW-51WtEfB4pnyduX7NTv7wgV3DsCLrzisSGOMYuOVAph3eyBsdgfuORz4CEe-cysQf5O7IWmKdz2fDcdAJcrIep_chVUg2HD3on-SUi-w6Te/s320/diversity_lo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618427830962475586" /></a><br />I don't know if this is wrong, right or "other." But it looks beautiful to me.<div><br /></div><div>At least four species in this one small patch of lawn: the fescue I planted and three soil-improving legumes. Midway through our year-two growing season, they are pumping nitrogen into the soil, so we don't have to.</div><div><ul><li>Rabbit's Foot Clover; <i><a href="http://www.ct-botanical-society.org/galleries/trifoliumarve.html">Trifolium arvense</a></i></li><li>White Clover; <i>Trifolium repens</i></li><li>Black Medick; <i><a href="http://www.ct-botanical-society.org/galleries/medicagolupu.html">Medicago lupulina</a></i></li></ul></div><div>All "weeds" according to conventional market hype (and the neighbors). Fortunately, once you join the ranks of organic turf farmers, you no longer have to swallow market hype. </div><div><br /></div><div>The neighbors? I placate them with free homemade beer. That salves their grumbling. :-)</div><div><br /></div>Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-45617536104960386362010-10-03T14:15:00.001-07:002010-10-03T14:26:03.369-07:00Hops, the sequel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLzzt-F2RYQ7bzs1ZoBIv8rvt4ufYRt2rcewlLY7NUjnylfF5z_1_A7d3Zfez5NkkC-Qjhq5cuRxx3Xbg9M3UbZ7cYsHUxthaotFIaugK5sePcTyxb4X7YfeUembMbhUibz4mHggN71gI7/s1600/hops_harvest_sm.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLzzt-F2RYQ7bzs1ZoBIv8rvt4ufYRt2rcewlLY7NUjnylfF5z_1_A7d3Zfez5NkkC-Qjhq5cuRxx3Xbg9M3UbZ7cYsHUxthaotFIaugK5sePcTyxb4X7YfeUembMbhUibz4mHggN71gI7/s320/hops_harvest_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523933708637289954" /></a>Here's the 2010 harvest. Yeah, that's the whole thing, About a quarter ounce. OK, not quite enough to compete with Anheuser-Busch. But for me, a huge victory. <div><br /></div><div>After trying to grow hops without success for years - I've finally hit a formula that works. And now that I'm geared up for next year's Hop Merchant invasion* ... I have no doubt the 2011 harvest will be buckets more. </div><div><br /></div><div>I picked them maybe a week late - they were starting to get a bit brown on the edges. But the fragrance was wonderful. They're cascades if memory serves. (Hard to remember what I planted and hard to tell what survived the winter.) </div><div><br /></div><div>A week after harvest they went into the brew kettle - helping flavor a batch of English stout we whipped up. At this quantity their presence is largely ceremonial, but it felt good to throw home-grown organic hops into the mix.</div><div><br /></div><div>*Assuming some other creepy crawly doesn't get in under the radar.</div><div><br /></div>Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-14262536739461540642010-09-03T09:09:00.001-07:002010-09-03T09:22:20.416-07:00There be hops here<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoaOCvyrpqENcPZp2Cx88ZjUng2RmhXKrk2JkjAXEHuEYvmTG2wEnA-lvTWjrEObAK0YXluZ4M-0q7Xa1-VRZAQ0oKmF_4oIyXVfnsslJ9s51aI3JG1tVfH3wYyMiRyjBnuiRFmVekhYTp/s1600/hops_med.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoaOCvyrpqENcPZp2Cx88ZjUng2RmhXKrk2JkjAXEHuEYvmTG2wEnA-lvTWjrEObAK0YXluZ4M-0q7Xa1-VRZAQ0oKmF_4oIyXVfnsslJ9s51aI3JG1tVfH3wYyMiRyjBnuiRFmVekhYTp/s320/hops_med.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512722169504152050" /></a>I guess three's the charm.<div><br /></div><div>Planted hops at the old place. Not enough sun, no hops. Planted them here, last year. No hops - the first year is all root growth. This year: hops! Yay!</div><div><br /></div><div>Growing them organically can be a challenge, though. We had an active Japanese beetle year. I kept them at bay with garlic juice and fels-naptha soap solution. But something kept eating the hops even after the beetles split (they only last a few weeks in mid summer). </div><div><br /></div><div>Closer examination revealed a small, fuzzy caterpillar. The aptly named <a href="http://edis.ifas.ufl.edu/in817">Hop Merchant</a>, also known as the Eastern Comma. Nice butterflies, but not welcome on my hop vines. So I switched the protocol to <a href="http://www.nysaes.cornell.edu/ent/biocontrol/pathogens/bacteria.html">BT</a>, the biological caterpillar killer. That did the trick, though it was late in the season when I realized my problem was bigger than garlic and soap. </div><div><br /></div><div>Next year I'll be ready. That's what I am figuring out with this whole organic experiment. You read, you do homework and then you put your knowledge into practice. As in the rest of life on Earth, experience is the best teacher. </div><div><br /></div><div>Why grow hops you might ask. I like 'em. They are really beautiful although not the most colorful of flowers. I brew my own beer but I won't have enough this year to actually use them in a batch. Next year, maybe. I think these are Cascades - but that's a guess. They seem to be the hardiest of the bunch. Planted three or four varieties - these survived the blizzards. </div>Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-34092245309844985272010-05-04T12:26:00.000-07:002010-05-04T12:42:55.035-07:00Goodbye 2,4-D. Hello, diversity<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtlZJyJ1EY_RsZ5i6VpszSw-CAr2n5tT6oGLFePcOausc7MNAL0EMDUNx91Wku2I7yHNE_Tz2VuCPKQUl4-zOW9I7SJP5P8dtOzLX8tWVj2StnyR-1CYyhJSxQig4zw9yYntm570LUEDVl/s1600/bethlehem.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtlZJyJ1EY_RsZ5i6VpszSw-CAr2n5tT6oGLFePcOausc7MNAL0EMDUNx91Wku2I7yHNE_Tz2VuCPKQUl4-zOW9I7SJP5P8dtOzLX8tWVj2StnyR-1CYyhJSxQig4zw9yYntm570LUEDVl/s320/bethlehem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467502208031863426" border="0" /></a>Completely amazed at how different our lawn is after only a few months without broad-spectrum herbicides like 2,4-D – what Americans spread by the thousands of ton as "Weed & Feed."<br /><br />The obvious is what I expected: the clover are recovering nicely. Not only the white that I sowed in fall, but some wild red, rabbit's foot and hop clover – legumes that perform many important tasks: they are greening up areas of the lawn where grass is less successful; they mow well; and they will be pumping nitrogen into the soil all season, extracting it right from the air.<br /><br />A newcomer this year: Star of Bethlehem. A type of wild hyacinth, they're not native to these parts but have established themselves as an escaped ornamental. Poisonous to livestock and no favorite of farmers, we're happy to see them since we don't have any domestic animals grazing out there.<br /><br />There's a fair amount of Wood Sorrel, which accents the lawn with pretty yellow flowers.<br /><br />Speaking of which, of course there's a downside to giving up 2,4-D: dandelions. But we've had precious few compared to the neighbors' chemical lawns, which were completely overrun this year. The occasional bull thistle, chickweed, creeping charlie and fleabane have to be yanked by hand. But all in all I am very optimistic – I think the sudden surge in diversity is a good sign that the health of the lawn is improving and coming off the drugs won't be nearly as traumatic as what I envisioned last fall.Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-26192773207411271102010-05-04T12:18:00.000-07:002010-05-04T12:23:52.221-07:00No free lunch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ-uoSSwiMJ3QVnE0QnL1HNQwk9TaAo1Cb4TICuNXljTg4nYTzjTdyvaguL3T9eh5k9ab1pbz-4PJDwA8w_Fh2HlvsnKskpaAIpwwndaewCaoDK7Ojz_oI21ntBiM4QZXYl-ymD5501ede/s1600/roundup.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ-uoSSwiMJ3QVnE0QnL1HNQwk9TaAo1Cb4TICuNXljTg4nYTzjTdyvaguL3T9eh5k9ab1pbz-4PJDwA8w_Fh2HlvsnKskpaAIpwwndaewCaoDK7Ojz_oI21ntBiM4QZXYl-ymD5501ede/s320/roundup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467497523994294242" border="0" /></a><br />Roundup-resistant weeds are changing the game for agribusiness and its attempt to monopolize the world's food crops. Can't think of a <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/04/business/energy-environment/04weed.html?src=me&ref=general">better example</a> of how technology will eventually fail – in a big way.Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-87755410189808019242010-04-19T10:24:00.000-07:002010-04-19T10:25:54.066-07:00Not too bad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-np1fX5BZVHB1_bH7lzoLEMm6gPhNMoeZyNLh08Lm8-HH0f_xlJqCVVIXPUIJp-OKJelLCQIh8CRPKButzcsyqju3fNQJWJ1I11UxmLWFUj-wnUSA3Y7wXIcjFC7EDFx7Dzg0cuuNgOF/s1600/zinc_lo.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-np1fX5BZVHB1_bH7lzoLEMm6gPhNMoeZyNLh08Lm8-HH0f_xlJqCVVIXPUIJp-OKJelLCQIh8CRPKButzcsyqju3fNQJWJ1I11UxmLWFUj-wnUSA3Y7wXIcjFC7EDFx7Dzg0cuuNgOF/s320/zinc_lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461901054922768130" border="0" /></a>If it weren't me talking, I'd say that's a pretty nice looking lawn.<br /><br />Let's hope it looks as good in the middle of August.Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-46885134287293889042010-04-16T12:42:00.001-07:002010-04-16T13:26:29.188-07:00My worm tea is a chick magnet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUWvXOV859nAPHZrZbcFZPbokJpT-Ge45zpt7F96S4s5qXyvvSIpLAwGHFZ4cZKY3xk5j3dpp9bD7afXmW7PgqrTxWVQCSjUVvt5j8EyMbMQ7WL3xJfuHRYmvos5EFmKodaCDJtr6oopV/s1600/tea_nozzle.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUWvXOV859nAPHZrZbcFZPbokJpT-Ge45zpt7F96S4s5qXyvvSIpLAwGHFZ4cZKY3xk5j3dpp9bD7afXmW7PgqrTxWVQCSjUVvt5j8EyMbMQ7WL3xJfuHRYmvos5EFmKodaCDJtr6oopV/s320/tea_nozzle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460831638963477138" border="0" /></a>You can't make this stuff up.<br /><br />A bit of background. I am fortunate to live in a neighborhood of very attractive moms, The Mrs. included. In fact, I recently I suggested to her that we petition the town to change our street's name to "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MILF_Island">MILF Island</a>."<br /><br />And the other day I finally carved out some time to dig into the <a href="http://organiclawnadventures.blogspot.com/2010/03/uneeda-worm-bin.html">worm bin</a> and see if I had enough compost to make a <a href="http://www.dep.state.pa.us/dep/deputate/airwaste/wm/recycle/tea/tea1.htm">batch of tea</a>. I did, as it turned out. The worms had completely vacated level one, as promised, and had moved on to new food supplies on the higher levels. They'd left me a good 10 lbs. or more of incredibly rich castings, seeded with a few uneaten eggshells. (They don't eat them, I learned, unless you grind them up first.)<br /><br />So once I'd finished cleaning and rearranging the worm farm, I had my compost ready for a batch of tea. I was well prepared. I had a mesh bag from the homebrew supply store, an air pump and aerator from the aquarium supply store, a clean, new garbage can picked up with hardware store reward points and a nifty <a href="http://www.growerssolution.com/page/GS/PROD/fi/siphon-mixer?gclid=CM6W5LqFtZ0CFZJM5QodzReMiw">brass spray head </a>that had recently arrived by mail. (Really well-made product and it shipped free.) Most folks mix up a few gallons of tea at a time but I knew I'd need more than that. Big lawn.<br /><br />Although some <a href="http://www.safelawns.org/blog/index.php/2010/04/does-compost-tea-work-a-view-from-the-post/">recent research</a> has debunked the conventional organic wisdom, most in the community agree that compost tea remains an important component of the organic lawn protocol. The whole lawn needs sprayed once a month during the growing season. It both fertilizes the grass the treats the soil, encouraging the growth of beneficial organisms that keep the soil healthy and boost natural disease resistance.<br /><br />A few days later my big-pot-o-worm-tea was ready to spray. It was too windy but I learned too late that you have to plan your tea brewing carefully: the tea is good for only 24 hours or so, then the bacteria and other stuff growing in there starts to die off. So it was now or never, wind or no.<br /><br />I assembled my tea bucket and sprayer and started on the first of my sixty gazillion square feet. That's when my next door neighbor's big Cadillac Escalade pulled up. She hopped out and made a bee line for me.<br /><br />"Is that the worm tea?!"<br /><br />"Yup."<br /><br />"Omigod - that is so cool! I've been reading all about it! How does it work?!"<br /><br />I could scarcely believe how excited she was. Way more than I. So I showed her the whole works, the spray head, the tea, the bucket - a salvaged kitty litter bin. She was beside herself.<br /><br />"Hey," I said, brushing my hair off my forehead. Real cool and suave, like. "I'm gonna have extra worm tea. I made too much. You want what's left?"<br /><br />She was like an eleven-year-old on Christmas morning. "But I don't have one of those spray thingies!"<br /><br />I smiled and looked her right in the eye. "No prob, sweet pea. You can borrow mine."<br /><br />Am I the King of the 'Burbs, or what?Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-76771089826352426972010-04-14T05:00:00.000-07:002010-04-14T05:07:04.807-07:00A shout-out to Mike McGrath<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRm85jatsa80jwzJugVMGM8AZv0kvDrSA8rAC2jmLVD_p5EolAytpwuBxSuYaAdKU055iSccwDYf_S2-483yLHWxBoDyOTTXClbOd90_xpxvjr3YCGBgaXPY3luHEOnj6W_QXuiwQdDLE-/s1600/mcgrath.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 99px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRm85jatsa80jwzJugVMGM8AZv0kvDrSA8rAC2jmLVD_p5EolAytpwuBxSuYaAdKU055iSccwDYf_S2-483yLHWxBoDyOTTXClbOd90_xpxvjr3YCGBgaXPY3luHEOnj6W_QXuiwQdDLE-/s320/mcgrath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459963422680837458" border="0" /></a>Mike rocks. Period.<br /><br />If you don't know him, you need to remedy that. <a href="http://www.whyy.org/91FM/ybyg/">Hear him weekends</a> on your local NPR radio station. He's a complete goofball – a perennial pun purveyor and a real Philly guy. Mike doesn't tell you how to grow tomatoes. He tells you how to grow tah-may-tahs.<br /><br />The best thing about Mike is that he's one smart cookie – and he's passionate about keeping chemicals out of America's yards and gardens.<br /><br />If you can't get his radio show in your town, check out his <a href="http://www.gardensalive.com/article_mcgrath.asp?ai=4&bhcd2=1205677597">amazing online archive</a>. A veritable encyclopedia of gardening success.<br /><br />Thanks, Mike!Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-38486092138939361512010-04-13T06:41:00.000-07:002010-04-13T06:58:29.533-07:00Attack of the zombie dandelions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMT-w40TBJgwKR_XYhmfwGZxOxYYnKvA1EK07JgFvAcJMEkwlq01-QWNVCiQUF9GABw5Xc-Be1gXVlueaDzxR5c3hL9G2sHlqLmsXAY8V4NLwKMMjk56Cb6nR2mr3X5jagPpp5p8dZ6V5Y/s1600/dandelions.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMT-w40TBJgwKR_XYhmfwGZxOxYYnKvA1EK07JgFvAcJMEkwlq01-QWNVCiQUF9GABw5Xc-Be1gXVlueaDzxR5c3hL9G2sHlqLmsXAY8V4NLwKMMjk56Cb6nR2mr3X5jagPpp5p8dZ6V5Y/s320/dandelions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459618487611349410" border="0" /></a>I like dandelions. I really do. They're miracles engines of life on earth. They're cute. They feed my neighbor's honeybees. They're nostalgic for me: I grew up picking and eating them with my Italian grandmother.<br /><br />And they're tough little buggers that grow anywhere. They don't even need dirt. Take a dandelion seed, add rocks and a half a drop of water and in five minutes, you've got nifty yellow flowers.<br /><br />I've dubbed 2010 the Year of the Dandelion. I guess all that snow and rain guaranteed every last seed would germinate this year. Never saw a year like it.<br /><br />But I am a realist. I know I can't let them grow in my yard. Suburban etiquette and all. So I spend an hour a day (or more) yanking the buggers out by the roots. I fill a bucket with 10 or 20 pounds of them and dump them into the compost pile – the perfect blend of <a href="http://www.gardensalive.com/article.asp?ai=758">green and brown</a> a compost pile loves.<br /><br />One more reason I respect them – the photo at the top of this post. They knew they were in trouble, having been uprooted from their comfy lawn mooring. So they immediately went to seed in the compost bin. One last desperate act of procreation.<br /><br />If a plant ever had indomitable spirit, it's the dandelion.Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-34661428266226236942010-04-13T06:04:00.000-07:002010-04-14T05:14:25.412-07:00Well, I was wrong<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGapmBtXYoDVQg3epIOU2YkpMtOch-27_vfALZh4kU7HKGt8hIt8psa8r1n_I-CQcgsx59MDgYPodVKUGEVM-RGMikIrNy-ekq30rB2m25LQy4Dnb4eYHiuEVFq0Yc-2fRAwu8OUJI-01/s1600/soil_test.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGapmBtXYoDVQg3epIOU2YkpMtOch-27_vfALZh4kU7HKGt8hIt8psa8r1n_I-CQcgsx59MDgYPodVKUGEVM-RGMikIrNy-ekq30rB2m25LQy4Dnb4eYHiuEVFq0Yc-2fRAwu8OUJI-01/s320/soil_test.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459612610165435810" border="0" /></a>Earlier I <a href="http://organiclawnadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-needs-soil-test-when-you-have-sheep.html">posted</a> "Who needs a soil test when you have sheep sorrel?" I had just spread 16 million yards of leaf compost (at least that's how my arms felt) and the sheep sorrel was popping up everywhere.<br /><br /><a href="http://safelawns.org/">Tukey's</a> voice in my head: "read your weeds." Sheep sorrel is acid-loving, an indication your pH is low. It dovetailed with my preconceived notions about my soil, reinforcing the tale I'd heard from friend after friend after neighbor for years: in south Jersey, he soil's so acidic, you can't overlime.<br /><br />We were all wrong. Tukey's voice again: "get the soil test."<br /><br />Went down to my county Extension Service and picked up my $20 dirt bag. Seriously, it's a little canvas bag you stuff with soil and send off to Rutgers University for testing. And you don't even need a box - the Post Office sends it as is. Pretty cool.<br /><br />About two weeks later, the test results arrived. And these words jumped out at me:<br /><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;">pH: 7.45 Very slightly alkaline, indicative of overliming.</blockquote>Yikes! Here I was liming spring and fall – heeding the conventional wisdom – and I actually pushed the pH high.<br /><br />The problem: high pH limits the availability of key minerals, including copper, manganese and boron. The good news – the report recommends "Amendment with organic matter is the best long-term solution ..." Bingo. That would be ... compost tea. The problem will take care of itself with time. And there's a bright side. I can skip the fall liming which will satisfy my lazy side.<br /><br />Lesson: get the soil test. It might surprise you.Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-24277215090315383712010-04-05T07:33:00.001-07:002010-04-05T07:34:33.088-07:00Awesome tools - RittenhouseThese guys have some pretty cool toys for organic turf farmers, including propane heat and torch devices for weed control, no-bend weed diggers, salt injectors and more.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.rittenhouse.ca/asp/Menu.asp?MID=391">Check it.</a>Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-61034008998702230142010-03-28T06:20:00.001-07:002010-03-28T07:21:08.672-07:00Uneeda Worm Bin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzTcC6THnQYjWaY-qtKfpj-8LfA4N4H6YuysaVPxVkOk-Cxq_nGrlc05ggNmQ0jyB_rjydgJAtm0dOpVGXxcOBMzhuaJomHVGPPH8hyphenhyphencoXj-O1OdsiG7WSEPPHr_iO7aiUoUXqwlTeMn0Z/s1600/wormies.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzTcC6THnQYjWaY-qtKfpj-8LfA4N4H6YuysaVPxVkOk-Cxq_nGrlc05ggNmQ0jyB_rjydgJAtm0dOpVGXxcOBMzhuaJomHVGPPH8hyphenhyphencoXj-O1OdsiG7WSEPPHr_iO7aiUoUXqwlTeMn0Z/s320/wormies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453680621033391266" border="0" /></a>Thanks to my friend Ruth for asking about my worm farm. It made me realize I had never posted a report for would-be worm wranglers.<br /><br />Your task is to create a warm and fuzzy place for a colony of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eisenia_foetida">red wigglers</a> to live somewhere in your abode. Unless you live in a place that never freezes, you're best bet is to find an out-of-the-way space indoors for your colony. Ours live in the spare room.<br /><br />You can name them if you want. But you're going to need a lot of names. And I have to admit I sure as hell can't tell them apart.<br /><br />They make pretty good pets. They don't bark, they don't bite and they don't generate massive veterinarian bills. Not too cuddly, I'll admit. And they poop a lot. But that's the whole point of having them around.<br /><br />Because worm poop makes the best compost. Period. And if it's compost you're after, worms turn kitchen scraps into rich, black soil faster than by any other method.<br /><br />Red wigglers are a species of earthworm that are really good at processing organic material into compost (read, pooping.) they are cousins to the worms that live in your yard but not the same. And boy, do they eat. They eat shredded junk mail, egg cartons, tea bags and coffee filters, dead flowers - you name it. Anything that is or used to be a plant is pretty much fair game. They don't want meat or fat and will ignore bits of plastic that sneak in with the shredded junk mail. They'll eat eggshells but I've learned that you have to grind them practically into a powder first, so I've stopped putting them in the worm bin and instead they go to the regular compost pile.<br /><br />You don't need a ton of money to get started. All you need is paper, some natural potting soil or peat moss and worms in a big Rubbermaid storage bin, a big bucket, an old bathtub, whatever. But I heartily recommend spending $100 or so on a bin system designed specifically for worms. With that, you'll have less work and less worm handling, as you use the worms' natural tendency to find food to move them from point A to B. With the storage bin farm, at some point you are going to have to dig into it and figure out a way to separate the worms from the compost, which can be a bit of chore and not so great if you'd rather avoid close encounters of the worm kind.<br /><br />The other nice thing about the upward-migrating bin is a built in spigot allowing you to draw off "worm tea" to use as plant food.<br /><br />First stop: Paul Coleman at <a href="http://earlybirdworms.com/" target="_blank">http://earlybirdworms.com/</a>. His Can-o-Worms is an excellent upward-migrating type, however I found a different style for less <a href="http://www.compostbins.com/compost-bins/worm-composters/12177+12185+4293040665.cfm">here</a>. Very similar to the Can-o-Worms but around $20 less. It also comes with a really good book. But Paul had the best price on worms when I was shopping for them.<br /><br />Once I set up the bin, which took all of 45 minutes, I added the wormies and hoped for the best, assuming they would all meet their immediate doom at the hand of their clumsy master. I had little to worry about. As long as you keep them moist and relatively warm, they are happy little squirmies. Worms live an admirably simple life. All they want is food, water, dark and a place to poop.<br /><br />At first I was worried they were not eating at all - but what's actually happening is the food has to rot in the bin first - it's the fuzzy slimy stuff they actually eat. Plus they don't really get cooking until they've reproduced a few generations and the population grows to match the food supply.<br /><br />Odors have been no problem - the bins are designed to deal with that. Fruit flies are a PIA in the fall but there are ways to manage them. Keep one bin filled with only dry shredded paper as your top bin at all times. The flies have trouble getting through that and out into the world. The rest can be dealt with with the wand of a canister vacuum cleaner or a <a href="http://www.instructables.com/id/Easy-Fruit-Fly-Trap/">homemade fruit fly trap</a>. It's not a year-round problem, only a few weeks in fall.<br /><br />After a few months and when you've built a worm population in two or three sections, the worms will crawl up to the new food supply and the bottom bin will become almost worm free. When that happens, you get the payoff: pounds of the best compost you'll ever use. It's a 30-minute chore of dumping it out, relocating any stray worms back to the main bin and hosing it off to start fresh the next time you need a clean bin. At that point I also clean the worm tea drainage pan with a plastic putty knife - you add all that wet compost to the one you just dumped and then hose off the drainage pan. If you do it in a garden or flower bed, what you rinse off gets used as fertilizer there. It's enough of a mess to do it outside - kind of like re-potting plants. No big deal.<br /><br />The only caveat is that they are not speed-demon eating machines. They can't process all our daily kitchen scraps. For that I think we'd need more than one worm bin going. So instead I just feed them what they need and toss the rest in our passive compost pile out in the yard.<br /><br />Need more? The web has lots of guides and details - here's a <a href="http://www.mde.state.md.us/Programs/LandPrograms/Recycling/Education/worm.asp">good one</a>.<br /><br />And for more on worm tea for lawn feeding, <a href="http://www.safelawns.org/video.cfm">Tukey's got the goods</a>.<br /><br />Now, get squirming.Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-22146165495347006552010-03-10T05:21:00.000-08:002010-03-10T05:36:32.736-08:00Holy crap! Forsythia in bloom?!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieoLRoXcEDxgVzs0hBKOIwS1rhmfgnZElBxJtK2O8CqeTOKAI0Tn7on_stg-CEadLnoJThpdqYP_bCysfBKAaUHBGiXTAnXNkUd_Ukk3DWhyphenhyphenlOY8ThbmkG3JegfH1SZQXIjB41D3Iliy86/s1600-h/forsythia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieoLRoXcEDxgVzs0hBKOIwS1rhmfgnZElBxJtK2O8CqeTOKAI0Tn7on_stg-CEadLnoJThpdqYP_bCysfBKAaUHBGiXTAnXNkUd_Ukk3DWhyphenhyphenlOY8ThbmkG3JegfH1SZQXIjB41D3Iliy86/s320/forsythia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446997666886513250" border="0" /></a>So I am doing my weekly run to the bank. Minding my own business, standing in line – I look up to see a vase of <span style="font-style: italic;">blooming forsythia</span>. (Insert blood-curdling scream.) Now I'm unable to focus on my banking chores, thanks to the voice shrieking in my head:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">IF THE FORSYTHIA ARE BLOOMING, THE CRABGRASS IS GERMINATING!<br /></div><br />OMG! I missed the corn gluten deadline. I'm doomed. Another summer of crabgrass armies, marching across my lawn. Another autumn of <a href="http://organiclawnadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/crabgrass-dreams.html">crabgrass nightmares</a>. I SUCK!<br /><br />All this paranoia because you're supposed to spread the corn gluten when the forsythia are blooming. Now I am in full panic. The crabgrass is already flashing before my eyes, persistence of memory from last fall.<br /><br />A bit of schedule-shuffling and phone calling later, I speed down to the feed store to grab my corn gluten, relieved they had it in stock. A few million dollars later – damn, that stuff's expensive – the corn gluten is in on its way to my garage along with several metric tons of lime.<br /><br />Ready for battle.<br /><br />For kicks, I stopped to check the status of the flowers on my neighbor's massive forsythia.<br /><br />Not a single bloom! What the ... ? A mad dash around town later, checking as many forsythias I could find revealed the same condition. No blooms, anywhere.<br /><br />False alarm. I don't know where the bank's forsythia came from. It was a Monday so I am guessing an employee spent the weekend down south and brought them home? Who knows?<br /><br />No harm, no foul. The garage is stocked. Now I am _really_ ready for them.Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-13729989780976626122010-03-10T05:17:00.000-08:002010-03-10T05:20:03.028-08:00Could it be?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrOe7fVkF1kf1_Qx_OLALxBplxN20SjWdaALbGgrE7e8P-ik39Kcb_FivVaDTg4n75h3GyBkvbENhR268w0VTKtZsTUrJMXDL4T6DKZG_Z5bNhG6kmtC3Lb3YUARyQQ69DTtixmvx8cw16/s1600-h/snow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrOe7fVkF1kf1_Qx_OLALxBplxN20SjWdaALbGgrE7e8P-ik39Kcb_FivVaDTg4n75h3GyBkvbENhR268w0VTKtZsTUrJMXDL4T6DKZG_Z5bNhG6kmtC3Lb3YUARyQQ69DTtixmvx8cw16/s320/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446994306443897474" border="0" /></a><br />Just a few weeks ago, our known universe was under two feet of snow. Today, this sad, dirty little pile of white stuff is all that's left. That means yard work is imminent.Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559781493783294688.post-34008423153948208982010-02-23T06:53:00.001-08:002010-02-23T07:00:53.113-08:00Don't be fooled<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidbYP8nhmiNXa1GJzMaM0YOo9JnBGv7BFLAtlc8STmad-_JHWHHfohd1GzAGoNhHBRY3wxeZvwTR58HUB35NKnwI0XRxFps-Z_VErjDSK7BwXcFLy61PJHCjVQgyV7oSt-5bYQX_GafQu/s1600-h/robin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidbYP8nhmiNXa1GJzMaM0YOo9JnBGv7BFLAtlc8STmad-_JHWHHfohd1GzAGoNhHBRY3wxeZvwTR58HUB35NKnwI0XRxFps-Z_VErjDSK7BwXcFLy61PJHCjVQgyV7oSt-5bYQX_GafQu/s320/robin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441452936962391314" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, it's a February thaw. Yes, the two feet of snow in the yard is down to just an inch or two. Yes, there's green where the snow line is retreating. Yes, there's even a flock of robins hopping around the green patches.<br /><br />And yes, the weather service says the East Coast might get another eight to 12 inches Thursday.Sal Emmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11515061095830230148noreply@blogger.com0