In the Bag

Once again, it appears as though the Bohemian’s got it in the bag. His innovation continues to impress.

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After a year of gardening, our plot has become thick with roots from neighboring trees. Seeking the water and nutrients we bestow upon the garden, their root systems have infiltrated, competing with our plants and tangling our fluffy beds.

The Good Neighbors dealt with the same issue, and decided to dig a trench around the circumference of their garden, inserting a strip of metal to block encroaching tree roots. It’s worked well for them, but it seemed pretty work-intensive for our immediate needs.

An alternative was to create raised beds. But unless we scavenged for our own wood or logs, this would be a few hundred dollars in lumber to build. Additionally, we would eventually be left with sinking soil levels in the beds. Again, a big job and fairly costly.

Ultimately, we just wanted to get some fall crops growing while we were still in the pocket of time to plant. With so many projects on the table, the Bohemian was thinking ‘work smarter, not harder’ and ‘use what’s around.’

Hence, old t-shirts from the giveaway pile, are now housing tomatoes and cauliflower. He used twisty-ties to knot up the sleeves, and filled them with a mix of our rich garden soil, along with his fertilizing worm castings.

Yep, the theory is that this bag of soil will suffice in giving the plant everything it would have in a raised bed, with the added benefit of the t-shirt material holding moisture in the soil.

His solution still doesn’t address the creeping tree roots beneath the garden bed, but it is an immediate solution for our family, that just wants to grow some food this season without a lot of fuss.

I don’t think he sweat a drop, and it didn’t cost us a penny. In fact, it up-cycled some old t-shirts that were cluttering our closet.

It’s an experiment in process, and we’ll see if it bears fruit.

 

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What Wouldn’t Burn

When the Bohemian and I moved an armoire that had come with the house that we rent, we discovered a secret shelf inside. Apparently, past residents had created an inner shelf, that upon first glance looked like the bottom of the cabinet. In reality, the wood base was removable, and beneath it were about 20 paperback novels, holding up the base.

The titles were all fiction, mostly published in the Eighties. Everything about them indicated discard, clearly having been unimportant to their original owners. Now, their covers and inner pages emitted an odor (not that soulful, book-kind you may inhale in libraries or used book stores) that reeked of mold.

Books are special, but these begged to be burned.

The Bohemian got a good fire going in the outdoor pit, and we had our first book burning. Not something I ever thought I’d do.

That was last month.

The other night, we found ourselves back around the fire. To our surprise, we found a single remnant of our book-burning inferno, something that just wouldn’t burn. What could have possibly withstood the flames?

The inset of Stephen King’s “The Eyes of the Dragon.”

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Guess that mythical creature felt right at home in the blaze.

 

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So Old It’s New

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“Whoa! That’s crazy!”

This is the common exclamation among Jeb’s 11-year old friends, when he decides to wow them with our family record player.

They’ve never seen vinyl. They have absolutely no clue as to how to put the needle on the record. They gather around as if observing something from outer space. Full of intrigue and gasping in amazement, they look at the turntable with as much awe as the most high-tech device they’ve only Googled about.

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“But how does it work?” they ask, bewildered. “How does the sound just come off of that black disc?”

For them, it’s been a digital world most of their lives. Music libraries stored on a computer, playlists added and deleted to an iPad or smart phone. Seeing something tangible, technology that can be held in their hands, (particularly something that’s not cold and silver), is a foreign experience.

When I liken the vinyl record to a compact disc they start to grasp the concept of a recording being “pressed” to a medium that can playback.

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“That’s so cool!”

I think so too.

Technology so old, it’s new.