Winter is definitely on the way. There is a distinct chill in the air and the sub-tropical’s are anxious for the first frost is looming. Many garden bloggers have gone in to hibernation and in fact the same can be said for many gardeners as much of the focus throughout the land has now deviated from flowers and the typically aesthetic parts of gardening to Winter preparation. I don’t like to be beaten by the seasons and inclement weather. So what else is there for us to do?
At present I am looking towards more practical aspects that help us in our quest for garden greatness. In my last post I discussed Tree O’Clock, a great tree planting drive from the BBC. If you haven't heard about this click the link and muck in!
In this article I will look at composting and its associated joys. In an attempt to become the next Alys Raven (a combination of Alys Fowler’s thriftiness and Sarah Raven’s fabulousness) I have pictured my compost caddy which has sat in my kitchen for about two years now. I imagine that if it were to appear in some garden magazine it would be pitched in the following way: 'A stylish must have for any bachelor pad. This compost caddy is functional, versatile and perfect for the eco-minded among us'. Then again, it is just a recycled ice bucket. At the end of the day it does the job. All of my uncooked food waste is placed into the caddy and this is then added to the compost bins along with garden waste, shredded paper, waste from the vacuum cleaner, dog hair, litter from the Rabbit cage, and some ash from the wood burner. Some of the first batch of compost from the new bins has been utilised this Autumn and the rest will become Spring mulch and mixed in to a great potting medium.
Last weekend I cleared the garden in preparation for Winter and I have filled another compost bin with what was left from this years growth, a lot of foliage from herbaceous perennials, fallen leaves, and clippings from the hedge.
When browsing the BBC news website this morning I stumbled upon an article discussing how gardeners at a National Trust Property in Cambridgeshire are utilising the power of urine. The male gardeners have been asked to relieve themselves on a massive straw bale in an attempt to collect a great deal of compost activator. I especially liked the line where women have been denied this joy for "logistical reasons". You can read the full article here. Of course, the reason I write about this is because it has got me thinking.
Should I join in? Has anyone tried this? Or more specifically, is anyone game enough to admit it?