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Urban Farm Handbook Challenge : February.. Soil building

In Gardening, Urban Farm Handbook Challenge on February 29, 2012 at 00:13

What happens when you let worms eat your garbage?

Garbage in ( worm bin)

You get DIRT!

Dirt out (worm bin)

We decided to spend the silly amount of money to buy a worm factory because we wanted to keep our bin inside and were concerned about smells escaping. I was a bit skeptical at first that the little plastic “lid” would hold in the rotting smell. We started to fill it up with veggie scraps, egg shells, and whatever else failed to get into our mouths, and there was no smell with the lid on at all, and hardly any with the lid off. Money well spent! My pet worms eat my garbage, and they poop out nutrients my food needs to grow. It doesn’t really get much better than that.

In addition to our worm bin we have help from our chickens in many ways. Their poop is also full of nutrients the plans will need to grow, and once its composted its as good as gold. The chickens help break down their poop and their bedding at the bottom of their coop, but they also aerate the actual compost bin while they peck and scratch for bugs.

Coopposte

Chicken-pile?

We still need to figure out where we will put the garden beds, but we are well on our way to making nutritious soil for our food to be.

Urban Farm Handbook Challenge!

In Urban Farm Handbook Challenge on February 22, 2012 at 19:11

UFH

We started the worm bin. We are trying to perfect our compost system. And we are making plans to build our raised beds and setting out a garden design. YAY!

Feb 2012

In photos on February 21, 2012 at 06:02

me 2012 by Quinnwick
me 2012, a photo by Quinnwick on Flickr.

Things that make me happy: random list three.

In thoughts on February 16, 2012 at 07:10

Watching people sleeping.

Walking around the yard with the chickens.

The smell of freshly baked bread.

Bookshelves full of books.

Finding spools of tweed yarn at the thrift store.

The delusion of my beautiful voice singing loudly in the car when no one else can hear me.