So I found a book at my local thrift store entitled "Lasagna Gardening." Surprisingly, this isn't a book that instructs on how to plant lasagnas, pan and all, nor is it a garden for growing the products needed for lasagna. This is a profound relief to me, as I've heard the mozzerella plant is an absolute bear to grow.
No, this a book on a particular gardening technique.
The idea is, instead of digging and tilling and plowing and amending, organic matter is simply layered on top of sod. Or craptastic soil. Or dead bodies--no, no. Wait. That's a different book. One is to create layers of this stuff like layers of lasagna.
Ahhh! Clever, huh?
Not the cheapest gardening technique on the planet, I don't mind telling you. On the last run to the home improvement store, I dropped a C-note on this crap. Literally. Steer manure. Chicken manure. Compost. And a small mountain of peat moss. Roommate was thrilled to have this in her car. Thrilled.
Because she has a hatchback with foldy seats, that's why. Volvo couldn't have carried nearly as much crap.
Heh.
Anyway, between the stuff I got on Saturday and the other organic ickiness I'd picked up the day before, I managed to lasagna three-quarters of the ugly fence line and one of the four raised bed areas.
And no, the last one is NOT a shallow grave. Silly! I would never do such a thing!
Heh.
No, this a book on a particular gardening technique.
The idea is, instead of digging and tilling and plowing and amending, organic matter is simply layered on top of sod. Or craptastic soil. Or dead bodies--no, no. Wait. That's a different book. One is to create layers of this stuff like layers of lasagna.
Ahhh! Clever, huh?
Not the cheapest gardening technique on the planet, I don't mind telling you. On the last run to the home improvement store, I dropped a C-note on this crap. Literally. Steer manure. Chicken manure. Compost. And a small mountain of peat moss. Roommate was thrilled to have this in her car. Thrilled.
Because she has a hatchback with foldy seats, that's why. Volvo couldn't have carried nearly as much crap.
Heh.
Anyway, between the stuff I got on Saturday and the other organic ickiness I'd picked up the day before, I managed to lasagna three-quarters of the ugly fence line and one of the four raised bed areas.
And no, the last one is NOT a shallow grave. Silly! I would never do such a thing!
Heh.
you forgot to mention the Tuppence episode
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