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"Compost Diving"


Phewweee!  Daddeee. . . . . .


Yes, it is that time again. Time to evacuate one of my drums of its golden, eggshell ridden contents.

Another strange law of composting physics – It doesn’t matter how long eggshells are in the bin they always seem to still come out intact, in fact some are even more intact than when they went in!

I did things slightly differently this time, I really didn’t want to have to do some “blind reaching” into the bin’s murky depths, and I must say, it worked out rather well. I layed a large plastic leaf bag in front of my compost drum then proceeded to shake the black matter out onto it. I did this three times until the bin was empty.


I then just gathered up the corners of the bag and lifted and dumped all the decomposed decadance into my wheelbarrow . . .simple and effective. As usual it was rather moist – but I had a cunning plan for that too this time. Very pleased with myself, I began humming my “That was too easy” song . . then I frantically glanced around for the rake I was bound to stand on.


There were of course all manner of crawlers, some small, some large and some I do not care to mention….



…..ahhhhhhhhh!



So here we have it, one tub of compost filled up a wheelbarrow. I moved the wheelbarrow out into the Mars sun and proceeded to bake my cake. I turned it every couple of hours with a pitch fork and for once it actually resembled the compost seen in magazines, well almost.



Ahh, gold dust.


And there was just enough to cover a single bed. I don’t usually bother digging it in. I just let it rot down over a long period of time, it eventually rots down with the mulch, which I turn over in the Fall. I love putting compost out, but was I finished? oh no, for today was to be a composting frenzy, It was time for a nice English “cup of tea”. This tea may add a little additional kick to any cookie dipped in it though.


This is the “juicer” box on my smaller compost bin,
I lost the screw-top years ago.


Off with the tape, Then . . .

Let the good times flow! (I must have had too many Guiness’s last night?)

I diluted the concentrate down, and noticing all of the drowned night-crawlers floating on the top decided to drop a few into the goldfish pond as a special treat. This compost soup was then poured onto a few plants that looked a little peeky.

yum, hey everyone, we have night crawlers, I repeat, we have night crawlers!

These tropical Lilies are in full bloom right now. I have a few of these pond jewels which are filling the rear of my yard with their exotic fragrance. The colors are really subtle, from the purple tinged petals to the sea anemone yolk interior.


Spock, analysis.

Captain, I have attempted a mind-meld with the specimen to learn
more about it’s intentions. aAAAchooo!



Damn it Jim, Spock is having a reaction to the specimen. Get
him out of there. Now Jim.



The pond was getting really clogged with so many lilies the goldfish could hardly move, it was really funny watching them trying to circumnavigate the jungle to get to their food, sheer panic! I decided to thin them out. The discarded Lilly pads are the first inhabitants in my now empty and pristine compost bin…and so the process begins all over again.



Here it is thinned out.

Other details in the yard right now:



Emerging wing on an Agave, great form and texture. It looks like Dolphin skin.

Asparagus fern fireworks.
New asparagus growth expands to form feathery, branched shoots 1 to 2 feet long. From a small plant in spring with 3 to 4 stems, at summer’s end up to 10 or more billowing stalks will have
emerged.



Still culling the babies on the prickly pear. I am hoping to carve
my faces into these next year.


The pups are growing well . . in stark contrast to the Mother!

The Pride of Barbados seeds are just now beginning to form.

The first Amaranth seed head. This seems really early,
they usually get to this stage late summer!



This face hides one of the foundation posts under my deck

_____________Gandalf’s food preferences_____________
“Quite a merry gathering! I hope there is something left for the late-comers to eat and drink! What’s that? Tea! No thank you! A little red wine, I think, for me…
“Put on a few eggs, there’s a good fellow, and not the ones from your compost pile!” Gandalf called after him, as the hobbit stumped off the the pantries. “And just bring out the cold chicken and pickles!”

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"Backyard OCD"


Yes, she has now completely collapsed, in the worse possible place. Although, just a little bit further and perhaps the beanstalk will finally flatten my grotesque tomato plants. A fitting end.



Thousands of babies getting ready to fall off.
This bridge over the River Kwai is now extremily annoying – It has blocked access to one of my paths to the end of the yard. If I was an olympic hurdler this would not pose an issue, but I am not and it does. It is a dramatic sight though. I have been perfecting my Limbo dancing at night, under the glow of my Tikki lamps, to some exotic island sounds on my I-Pod.



“George, why does he attempt that stupid dance under the pole every night with a dog bone in his mouth? Is our pond master completely insane, – perhaps we should consider migration, George, GEORGE!?
“What was that Mildred?”



I am considering a Limbo party, perhaps dousing the Agave with lighter fluid before setting fire to it for dramatic effect. I need to contact the local news network before executing this one!.
Party-on!



Here is what is left now of the host plant, hardly any green left on it, it is starting to smell a little funky too.
I am told that rats really like to inhabit dying Agave bases – come to think of it I have not seen Mr Ratatouille skulking in my shed for quite some time now . . . mmmmm.



sniff sniff..  “mmm yum, my fave, a rotting Agave”                     “Why you little”…

So this is what I did for 6 hours today . . . pots, pots, and a lot more pots. I have not counted them but there is a lot.
I practically cleaned out Home Depot of these pots today, I bought these, some pond rocks to cover the drainage holes in the base of the pots and lots of decomposed granite. I also needed some potting soil,  the “sharp” cactus variety (not from the depot), and a few bags of Perlite to aid moisture retention.
technique:

Put a rock in the bottom of each pot then fill with a couple inches of decomposed granite for fast, low-level drainage. Then proceed to mix the potting soil, perlite, and some more decomposed granite together to fill up the remainder of the pot, I did this in my wheelbarrow with a shovel. Firmly pack down the soil.



Poke a hole in the soil then insert baby Agave, pack soil in around young skallywag, then lightly water. I timed the recent showers perfectly today.



And here we are. The size of these pots should allow the Agaves to grow for quite some time. This was a backbreaking and rather laborious activity . only another 1000 pots to go!



Even with all these pots, I have hardly made a dent on the host plant – there must be thousands of tiny plants left on it. I suppose there is always the side alley to my yard that I could fill up as well, not so much sun there though. I think this is turning into somewhat of an obsession at this point. I just hate to discard all these plants! what to do, what to do?



“George, have you seen all of those little pots, I am convinced now that our pond master has completely lost his marbles. Get out the GPS George, we are migrating immediately”.
“mmm? what was that Darling”?

Other flamboyances in the yard right now:



Papyrus. This has grown into the container this year – it is enormous. This plant is really animated with a breeze.

Papyrus usually grow 2–3 meters (5–9 ft) tall. Papyrus is first known to have been used in ancient Egypt (at least as far back as the first dynasty), but it was also used throughout the Mediterranean region. Ancient Egypt used this plant for boats, mattresses, mats and paper.
Egypt is important for papyrus in two respects. First, papyrus plants grew almost exclusively in the region of the Nile delta. Secondly, the dry climate of Egypt made it possible for papyri to endure, in many cases, for over 2 millennia. The use of papyrus as a writing material goes back to extreme antiquity. The oldest written papyrus known to be in existence is, according to Kenyon (The Paleography of Greek Papyri, Oxford, 1899), an account-sheet belonging to the reign of the Egyptian king Assa, which is conjecturally dated circa 2600 B.C. – an amazing fact if you are into paper origins.



“Mildred, before you make one of your hasty decisions, consider this. We will have a family soon, now is not the time for a knee jerk reaction, besides that would really injure me right now. That patch of Papyrus would make a perfect home. Lets talk about migration again next year”.
“Aw George, your right as usual,  I promise I will not “croak” (ahem) on about it any more . . as long as you agree to cut back on your viagra intake, deal?”


Detail of a Papyrus head

And up comes the first new growth on one of my Giant Timber Bamboos. They will send up new culms from now until the end of Summer. As a side note, I have a rising brick on my back patio near this clumping bamboo . . I can only fear the worst!



Aralia (Japanese Aralia) – great tropical looking plant for a shady area.
I planted a burgundy potato vine as an understory planting, I thought the similar leaf shape and color would provide a good contrast. Above them, Hoja Santa, and above them (not visible here), towering Giant Timber Bamboo.



can someone identify this, I planted one of these a couple of years back and it has gone crazy!



Here are the blooms, Swallowtails seem to be attracted to them.



Pond color.


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“Compost Diving”


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