Tuesday, 17 July 2012
A Cardboard and FYM Lasagna Mulch For Next Years Potatoes.
The picture above that is some of my bales looking rather formidable and incredibly heavy - like my music, eh rock folks?
"Me with no head on": is the picture of me resting (not between jobs) after spreading barrow loads of FYM and worms over outstretched cardboard boxes lay over annual weeds. Our American friends call it Lasagna Gardening. The secret is to 'try' to imitate nature or even a forest floor.
For the last twenty years or so, I have been clearing and digging and 'bastard trenching' (no I'm not swearing) and scratching around like some demented hen or even working like a Minotaur who spends it's spare time working every God given hour on it's allotment. When really there was no need. We no longer seem to get the seasons at the right time and so I do my mulching when ever I can.
Just lay cardboard on top of your grass or annual weeds and cover with compost and leaves and good old FYM. Next Spring you will have soil to die for, even to plant your Spudatoes in.
Picture 3 is the cardboard box that the silage plastic came in. 5 and 6 are pictures of cardboard boxes, my carrots growing in my plastic raised baths. Well it's better than just putting the coal in it, isn't it?
I have been taking the Sellotape off and apparently there is no need because it is made from wood pulp and naturally decomposes. There is some debate about the ingredients used to make cardboard. Some even contain inks that could be deemed poisonous. Any thoughts please.
Next week Internet pals.
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