They kill good trees to put out bad newspapers. ~James G. Watt
For my birthday, the kids (Husband) chose for me an awesome piece of potty kit.
I had seen them before, a little wooden thingy that makes newspaper into seedling pots. The one I have makes pots in three different sizes. It’s a fantastic little piece of equipment because the pots you make can be transplanted directly into the ground once the seedling is ready for planting.
This reduces transplant shock and avoids having the cell crush the roots or have it all crumble in your hands when you finally get the seedling out. I had experimented with using egg cartons which didn’t quite break down as fast as I would have liked in the soil, however cutting the bottom out of the “cup” and replacing it in the lid as a tray works well, allowing the roots to stretch their legs.
I had also been collecting every plastic seedling cell I purchased, but thankfully can now put them in the recycling bin. Having to clean them out before replanting was a bit of a bother.
The kids and I spend the better part of yesterday measuring, cutting, assembling and potting up some seedlings. You can see we used brown recycled paper for our pots. That way, I was able to write the seedling details on the pot itself, which is handy. A little bit of twine around the larger pot will help keep it’s shape. It was a lovely way to spend a bit of a cold, rainy day. Later, we caught some ladybirds, fed them some cabbage with aphids and placed them in a terrarium. Since my daughter caught two of them in flagrente, we are watching them closely and I’m hoping for some eggs.
This morning, my daughter had to bring something for her class news. “We could take one of the pots you made,” I enthused. “Or maybe the ladybird terrarium? I think your class would love that!”
You know what she wanted to show her class? Her Zhu Zhu* pets.
*For those of you who are not parents, these days when a young kid asks for a pet you give him/her a Zhu Zhu. It’s a robotic rodent that makes irritating noises, sports a punk rock haircut, scurries around on wheels and devours two AA batteries faster than Matt Preston through a pound of foie gras. My son lost his in his room 5 minutes after letting it out the box. A week later he found it wedged in between his mattress and the wall. See? That’s why you don’t give a REAL hamster to a 3 year old.