I have a friend who has recently
become enamored of straw bale gardening—you know, planting veggies on top of
bales of straw instead of tilling up the soil and planting seeds in the ground,
the cold, wet, muddy ground as God intended. And like all good, newly-converted
enthusiasts she couldn’t wait to bring her subversive literature over to my
house and attempt to convert me.
The book that stared it all |
Now, I’ve seen it done before and my
reaction has always been WHY? It just looks, well—MESSY. Green plants sprouting
out of shaggy, slowly decomposing bales of straw, not at all attractive to my
eye. Then she handed me her propaganda, a book filled with various sized
gardens and all sorts of cute configurations—there was even a straw bale garden
in a shopping cart. The literature claimed amazing results with little
effort—that’s sound good, right? And the small footprint such a garden would
require could be easily and inexpensively fenced to keep those pesky elk at
bay. I have to admit that at this point the entire idea was starting to sound
pretty enticing.
It seems rather straightforward to
get started: buy some straw bales—straw, not hay. Hay seeds will sprout and,
unless your goal is to grow a bale full of hay, nobody wants that. You will
also need some potting mix or garden soil, soaker hose, and fertilizer. Along
with seeds and/or seedlings, that’s all you need. Before you know it one of my
sons was interested in the whole process and started thumbing through her
propaganda and that’s all she wrote.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
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