The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure. ~ David Herbert Lawrence.
Living near the beach is lovely. You don’t have far to go for a refreshing dip. The sea breeze is always at your house first on a hot day.
After Veggie Patch Armageddon, some plants were too sick to survive so I have pulled them out. The roots of these plants were as small and spindly as their stunted foliage. While contemplating my abysmal veggie growth and yield, the answer was obvious. My soil is just too poor. Thanks to its very high sand content, my soil is very alkaline. It repels water so well that I stand in puddles as the water runs off to the pavement rather than sinking into the soil.
The answer to both problems is a shitload of poo.
Sheep manure, to be precise.
As my soil is already alkaline and coarsely sandy, adding chemical fertilisers isn’t going to solve the underlying problem. Sheep manure will help provide some texture to trap water, will temper the alkalinity of the soil and add some much desired nutritional value to my starving soil. I will also be adding compost to the soil to build up humus. Mushroom compost and chicken poo are likely to make the alkalinity problem worse. Apparently pig poo is good too once you get past your gag reflex. (it smells terrible) So once again, I will experiment for results.
It is too hot to plant now anyway. So the next task in the garden is to pull back all the mulch and dig in some good measures of poo and let it mature into the soil in time for autumn’s planting.
Luckily, the kids are now back at school for the year and I can just start to get stuck into it without too many wails of protest about the smell.
Heat, flies and poo. I can’t wait to get started!