Monthly Archives: May 2008

News Flash: Synthetic Fertilizers Contribute to Global Warming–another reason to go organic

You heard it here first.

All right, if you read a newspaper today or listened to the radio or did anything except stick your head in the sand (or dig in your garden all day) then you probably heard it somewhere else first, but it’s still breaking news: two articles in the prestigious journal Science suggest that nitrogen, much of it from synthetic fertilizers, is doing far more damage to our oceans, our air, and our health than has been previously recognized.

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Synthetic ammonia and urea, staples of synthetic fertilizer, break down into nitrogen oxides, which are just all around bad news, environmentally speaking. When they are released into the atmosphere through microbial action, they contribute to ozone formation, which in turn causes or exacerbates a long list of respiratory problems. (Ozone is one of the key ingredients in L.A.’s notorious smog.) When nitrogen oxides descend to earth again, they do so as acid rain. When they are leached out of the ground and into waterways, they promote algae blooms, red tides and “dead zones”. When they escape the ocean back into the atmosphere again, they do so as nitrous oxides, which contribute to global warming.

The real shocker, to me at least, is how much fertilizer ends up in our waterways and how little actually gets into the plants it’s intended to boost. The US EPA page on Sustainable Landscaping has estimated that only forty to sixty percent of the fertilizer applied to lawns ends up in grass—the rest washes away. The Economist article “Dead Zones,” reporting on the new articles in Science, had an even grimmer estimate: only 10-15% of the nitrogen compounds produced as fertilizer get incorporated into food; the rest ends up in the environment.

The problem isn’t the gaseous nitrogen in the air, but anthropogenic reactive nitrogen compounds: to wit, synthetic or man-made (anthropogenic) chemicals that include nitrogen along with other elements (nitrogen compounds) that are likely to react with other chemicals, forming new compounds (reactive). And many of those new compounds are dangerous.

Reactive nitrogen, primarily nitrogen oxides, is produced whenever we burn fossil fuels and whenever synthetic fertilizers containing urea and ammonia (which means most synthetic fertilizers) start to break down, which they will do, both in air and water, unless they are taken up by plants.

The AP story was carried in the NY Times and just about everywhere, but a more thorough article ran in The Economist. The picture above came from the home page of the Woods Hole site on Harmful Algae. It shows a massive fish kill in Texas.

Just for a laugh, check it out

It’s a rare thing, and a fine one, to find a site that celebrates "the great, the good and the slightly unhinged."

Call it a cop-out, but all I’m going to do today is tell everyone who by whatever chance or mischance of wind or weather ends up here to go elsewhere forthwith, namely to The Garden Monkey to read up on the internationally acclaimed (not) Fork’n Monkey Awards, because merely the descriptions of said awards–categories include "Green Fingers, Inky Fingers" (for best written blogs), "The Proud Parent" (for best seeding photos), the" "Jeeves Award for Worst-Dressed Celebrity Gardener," and, as they say, many many more–the descriptions alone, as I said, will gladden the heart, lift the spirit, bring a smile to the old face, and generally give you the impression that life might in fact be worth living after all, what?

Do it. Do it now. You can even vote.

While the gardener’s away, the cats will play

Pasqual_flr_2 This poor bedraggled thing is a pasque flower, and the culprit in its uprooting is this cat. (Does he look contrite to you? Me neither.)

Quark_pasqual_flr_culprit_3 I was already sad about this flower before it got uprooted, and now I’m devastated. Downright distraught.

Pasqueflower_2 Pasque flowers are the most lovely of wild flowers here in Montana, and I cannot seem to grow them! I’ve had one in a flower border for years; it sprouts each spring, but never flowers. Last fall I bought two more, one of which I put into the lovely earth in the new raised bed which stayed covered all winter. Pasqual_flr_1By the time I opened it in late April, the thing had already bloomed and gone to seed, and was well on its way to dying of thirst.

And then the cat dug it up. Perhaps I am, as Shakespeare said, Kate the cursed, at least as regards pasque flowers.

Has anyone else figured out how to keep cats out of newly prepared beds? I’m pulling row covers over mine, after finding cat poop in one. Grrr.

Palimpsest: spring poem

I have been inspired. I’m going to start including poetry here. Nancy Bond can do it; so can I.

Nancy Bond, a writer poet photographer in Nova Scotia (where I spent a month the summer I was sixteen–Oh!) boldly puts the word "poetry" into the heading of her blog Soliloquy which I encountered on Blotanical, a forum for blogging gardeners, and the first post I saw on her second blog, All Nature, My Garden, began with a Robert Frost poem. So as I say, she inspired me to include poems from time to time, including some of my own. Here’s one that I’ve got to include soon or not at all this year.

A palimpsest, by the way, is a piece of parchment that’s been used numerous times–written on, scraped, written on, scraped–but never, probably, scraped quite clean (just as it’s almost impossible to erase pencil completely) so that traces of the earlier writings remain, and the parchment becomes a layered history of its many messages.


Palimpsest

Spring’s first smell’s the smell of rot,
last fall’s unfinished business
done, quick, before the grass grows.
No: not death first, then life, in orderly progression;
leaf to soil, soil for seed, now all together, sprout!
This slate’s never wiped quite clean.
Whose obsession is that?

It’s grass itself, and fungi, that finish autumn off.
Those first pale greens
spear the dead damp hearts
of blackened leaves and lift them skyward,
an inch or two.

Tut, Nature, tut;
this is how they told us
nothing would get done.

–Kate Gardner
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In the interests of full disclosure, I’ll mention that this was published eons ago in The Hamline Review: A Faculty Annual (V.20, spring 1996). I doubt they’ll ever know, or care, and I don’t think they’re in the business of running around pursuing copywrite privileges, but there it is. (It’s not as though this poem is a major money-maker for them or for me, more’s the pity.)

Of Snow, Global Warming, and Bears

AND now it’s snowing, and I’ve got the shoes to prove it. That’s the mud from yesterday’s marathon session on the outside of the clogs, and the snow from today on the inside. If you’re wondering why my shoes are outside rather than inside, then you didn’t read my last post. For shame.Garden_shoes_2

What’s up with your weather?

It appears that I’m not the only one seeing snow in May. Amy of High and Dry commented on my last post that snow’s only just giving way to rain for her. Of course, if you check the maps on Blotanical, you’ll find that she’s stuck herself way north in British Columbia, so what does she expect? (It looks to me as if she’s the furthest north of all on that garden forum.) (Being born there is no excuse.)

And truth to tell, snow in May, in Montana? It happens. (And I moved here on purpose, so I definitely have no excuse.)

But jodi DeLong (that’s how she writes her name folks, so take it up with her, not me) of bloomingwriter in Nova Scotia, one of the most temperate spots in Canada, started a post yesterday by asking plaintively, " Is anyone else having a May like this?" This, below a photo of flowers (primroses?) in the snow. (They look lovely.)

Even odder, a week ago or so I saw a comment by a blogger in Texas (I don’t remember who) exclaiming over their late, cold spring. Not to mention the horrific tornadoes in Missouri and Oklahoma. Aren’t they supposed to come in August?

It’s enough to make you wonder.

A guy I know here in Montana, fed up with April (and May) snow showers, claims he’s going to start a group called Montanans for global warming. He’s trying to get my goat, or course. I think I’ll join, to get his.

Of course, global warming might not "help" us anyway. That’s the weirdest thing about it, to my mind: it doesn’t just warm everything up. It plays havoc with the weather.

Melting ice in the Arctic might not only threaten polar bears, but also disrupt the Gulf Stream, the massive Atlantic current that sweeps north along North America, turns east, and flows south, warming Europe. If it’s disrupted, scientists predict colder weather in Europe.

Here in Montana, and up and down the Rockies, warmer winters mean that the pine beetle, Beetle_infestation_2006 which is killed off by the cold, is  laying waste to forests. When the trees die and decay, the carbon dioxide they’ve sequestered is released back into the atmosphere. The problem is most serious in Canada’s western province of British Columbia; so bad, it might worsen global warming. Beetle_infestation_2007 Talk about a tightening spiral: global warming leads to the death of trees, which worsens global warming. The top figure here (produced by Natural Resources Canada) shows the extent of the infestation in 2006; the bottom one (produced by Canada’s Ministry of Forest and Range) shows the situation one year later, in 2007. The unreadably tiny legend says that the gray area is "overrun."

Even closer to home–as close as my back yard–the pine beetle infestation means that bears can’t feed on the cones as they once could, so they’re more inclined to go into campgrounds and (yes) city streets. It’s very romantic to have had a mother bear and two cubs spend the night in our trees as they did a couple of autumns back, but it doesn’t bode well for bears, forests, or humans. (I was a little worried about one of my neighbors, too; more than slightly inebriated, he  wanted to shake the tree and call the bears down.)

Does anyone else see changes that might–for no one knows for sure–be caused by global warming?