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Pay List:  Garden

9/26/2014

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"I think the only things left to do is: 1) enter publish date in Kindle version, 2) receive and pay invoice from you, and 3) deliver horse poop."

I received those words in an email from a client this morning.  (I do Kindle and CreateSpace conversions for other authors.  It's not on my pay list, but it does pay. 😉)  

I have to believe that I'm the only mystery writer in my neighborhood--or county, state, country--who received such a notice.  But, I'm pleased.  I'm growing an organic garden and making every effort to learn the methods.  Part of my gardening plan is to accumulate my own compost, and there are some very specific restrictions on what can be included in the pile.  
I sought Florida specific information on the Internet. The University of Florida has a rich library of resources for the home gardener.  Then I shopped on Amazon for what looked to be the perfect bin.  

Placing the bin in the yard required some thought.  Far enough away from our windows.  Far enough away from the neighbors' windows.  Placed to not be visible from the street or from the above mentioned neighbors' yards.

The interesting thing is that there is no odor.  I've learned that the secret to odor free compost is maintaining a balanced combination of browns and greens. The browns can be items like dead leaves (no insecticide or fertilizer allowed since this is an organic pile), dried clippings, sawdust, and certain kinds of paper.  Greens include fresh clippings, kitchen scrap, and farm animal manure.  The issue with manure, a.k.a. poop, is that is must be from vegetarian critters, so horses qualify, small fuzzy red dogs do not.
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The material needs to be occasionally mixed for aeration--see the tool on the left of the bin.  Gradually, the bottom layer turns to a rich thick compost.  The sliding doors on the lower part of the bin provide access to the finished compost.
The West garden box is almost all planted.  The East box has five vacancies.  Some vegetables can't be planted until October, and with others, I'm anticipating wanting a staggered crop--if I can call a 12 inch square a crop.  The white box in the middle is for carrots, which I'll plant next week.

That concludes the poopy-conversation.

Later.
GEB

Check out this article on composting:
https://www.simplegrowsoil.com/blogs/news/composting-guide
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A case of arrested development

9/5/2014

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Erik Erikson’s stages of psychosocial development explain how a healthy human passes from infancy to late adulthood.  There are eight of them, and if you’re so moved, you can Google for more information.  In any event, let’s for a minute play his stages against our society’s current inclination to say that sixty is the new fifty.  I don’t quite get the concept.  I’m more an is-what-it-is type.

I’d say I have arrested development and am still in the 40-64 years, Generativity vs. Stagnation Stage.  I suppose that’s why I have a Pay List, versus a Bucket List.  The last one, 64 years-death, is Ego Integrity vs. Despair where an individual struggles with the  value of his or her life.  I’ll save that question for when I feel older.

One of the things about retirement is I have the time and inclination to examine my own behavior—not always a pleasant activity.  I’ve decided that my gardening-thing--I amended my Pay List to gardening versus just orchids—directly relates to my developmental stage.  I want things to grow and prosper, and I want to nurture them to make it happen.  I spend the last many years growing nurses—an exceedingly rewarding yet tiring enterprise.  Now, I have a need to grow other things.  I never had a green thumb.  But in truth, what I didn’t have was the time or the patience to learn about growing healthy plants.  I was focused on growing healthy people.

My friend Ellie accused Steve and I of turning into Ozzie and Harriet.  I don’t think it was the garden so much as the apron—which I made, by the way.  (It is not all fluffy and frilly.  It’s a chef’s apron and combats my tendency to wear what I cook.)  It all comes back to the same thing, generativity.

As I examine many of the other activities on my Pay List, I form the same conclusion.  Like many of you, I spent so many hours working—and in my case writing, too—during the past 45-odd years that I didn’t do many of the things appropriate for my developmental stage.  (Hey, it’s a theory, and this is a blog.  I get to say what I want.)  Several things that are now more important to me—gardening, volunteering, helping animals, sewing, traveling with My Stevie, and cooking more organic, clean and healthy—seem to support my position.

How about you?  Is your development arrested, too?  And have I actually supported the notion that I thumbed my mostly Irish nose at in the first paragraph?  Is sixty really the new fifty?

Later.

GEB

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