Goodness, how things change. My original idea for writing a blog was to chart my personal search on “who am I?”, albeit quite self-indulgent. In less than a month, probably due to my love of gardening, my blog has become mainly a garden based. That is probably going in the correct direction, because gardening is when I feel the true me, a person in my own right. It’s a natural progression, whereby I am fulfilling three things, sharing my garden with others, writing and photography.
On the subject of photography I thought I would take pic of some of the items in my “garden recycling” box.
- Loo rolls for sweet peas
- egg shells as a slug and snail deterrent
- corks for the top of canes (yes that is a real cork and not a plastic one!)
- tea bags for the compost – cats avoid areas if you soak teabags in Olbas Oil and scatter them on the flower beds, they do rot down.
- and coffee grounds……
Yesterday I was in the local coffee shop and saw all the spent coffee grounds going in a bin. You can imagine the look on the young girl’s face (clearly not a gardener) when I asked her if she would save them for me. I think she thought I was a mad woman! True to their promise, there was a large box waiting for me at lunchtime and there is more if I want some.
However, I began to doubt the wisdom behind collecting all this coffee when a customer told me that too much on a compost heap was not good as it depletes the nitrogen balance. Because of the IT Police at work, I had to wait until I got home this evening to look up coffee and composting on the internet. He was, I hope, talking nonsense because the internet reliably informs me that adding coffee to compost piles to increases the nitrogen balance. In my quest to share information, did you know that according to a lab analysis report, coffee grounds provide phosphorous, potassium and nitrogen to a compost heap and if dug into the soil the grounds will improve the soil structure.
On a final note, and nothing connected with the above, I would like to take the opportunity of introducing you to Gary the Gargoyle. I bought him two years ago, he is weathering well and Gary looks how I feel sometimes. Every garden needs a folly and Gary is mine. I wonder what that says about my personal quest, but then perhaps there is a Gary in all of us.