Author Archives: The Manic Gardener

Tagged by Victoria, who may remember in future to be careful what she wishes for.

I am so far behind that I have now been tagged TWICE, and where I at first thought this let me off the hook, I now gather that no, it’s not so easy. So here goes for round one, for which I can thank Victoria at Victoria’s Backyard. (Thank you, Victoria. I think.)

Here are the rules, and if you don’t follow them, someone uproots all your favorite plants and lays them out on your grass to form the words, "Ha, Ha!"

* Link to the person who tagged you.
* Post the rules on the blog.
* Write six random things about yourself.
* Tag six people at the end of your post.
* Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
* Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

Now for my six:

1) I’ve had fifteen surgeries, including three rotator-cuff surgeries (meaning more shoulder surgeries than I’ve got shoulders), but I’m still digging. Most surgeries were arthritis-related; a couple did result from the injuries people seem to assume I must court. Here in Bozeman, a town full of climbers and skiers, several surgeries is par for the course and there are parties where you have to show your ACL scars to gain admittance. Still, it’s true that I have racked up rather an impressive total even for this region. I’ve also taken a personal vow to haul off and punch the next person who suggests that this is something I am "doing to myself," even if the result is another shoulder surgery.

2) I never graduated from high school. I have a B.A., an M.A., and most of a PhD, (all in English) but no high school graduation diploma. Furthermore, (to deepen the mystery) I didn’t drop out, I don’t have a G.E.D., and I didn’t go to college early. Here’s what happened:

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Ashes: Almost the Perfect Lawn Amendment

The Soil Series # 3

Having gone on at some length a while ago (twice!) about how wood ashes aren’t going to cause lead or mercury or cadmium poisoning if you use them in your garden, I am now prepared to tout them as the nearly-perfect lawn fertilizer. Since it seems that I’ve adopted this poor, misunderstood amendment as my own, I might as well do it thoroughly.

Grass needs calcium, which might be considered a non-renewable resource in a lawn: once the roots have used it up, it’s gone. So additions are necessary. The most common materials for such additions are gypsum, which contains about 22% calcium, and lime, at about 30%. The calcium content of ashes varies widely depending on type of wood, but even softwoods will produce ashes containing about 15% calcium, and hardwood ash may be as high as 50%.

A couple of things make ash a superior amendment, especially for lawns. For one thing, both gypsum and lime are quite insoluble. The term “immobile” seems an excellent metaphor for how they behave when applied to grass, but it’s also the technical term for a compound that doesn’t dissolve easily and therefore doesn’t move with water into and through soil. As a result, it is hard to get lime and gypsum into a plant: unless they’re snugged right up against the roots, they might as well be on Mars, for all the good they’ll do.

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Truce Just In Time: “Speech! Speech!”

Like so many things I get involved in, the brief sketch I planned for this spot has gotten completely out of hand. Rather than rein it in, which would take even more time, I’ll include it (below the spinach) but not ask it to do what it was originally intended to do, which was, to explain this photograph.

Yes, it’s true, that’s a white flag. I am ready to cease hostilities. Whiteflag_3

Yesterday morning I learned that I had won the limerick contest over at the Garden Monkey’s place. Thank you, Mr. Monkey, for choosing me out of that densely crowded and talented field. (Okay, moderately crowded. Or do I mean moderately dense? Hmm.)

My limericks were of course caustic attacks on James, my fellow dueler of the now intercontinental Sock Wars, which have swept up an increasing number of innocent bloggers, threatening the tranquility of their community. My prize is a signed copy of Gardeners’ World 101 – Bold and Beautiful Flowers, by one James Alexander-Sinclair. Yes, same James.

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Obama Defends Forests

To those of you tuning in here in hopes of seeing chairs flying across the room, bottles cracked over pates, and air blue with words banned from the airwaves, go soak your heads. And tune in tomorrow. But be aware that neither James nor I (I believe I can speak for him in this regard) would descend to a barroom brawl. We have our dignity, such as it is. Oh, and if you came in late, you can check out the new page in the sidebar over there on the right, the one giving a blow by blow history of the whole Dueling Bloggers Sock War.

Several days ago, Benjamin Vogt over at The Deep Middle posted — well, a rant, actually, even though it’s mostly an article excerpt — against a huge, secret deal that would make it easier for the largest landowner in the U.S. and in Montana to develop its scattered Montana lands for residential use.

Today, Obama has taken a stand against that deal, saying that it will make forest access more difficult for hunters, hikers, and other sports-minded folk. (Clearly, he’s getting to know his Montana audience.)

So, does that mean there’s hope? Let’s hope so–

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The Great Transatlantic Sock Wars: An History

Variously known as the “Sock Wars,” the “Transatlantic Sock Wars,” the “Spaghetti War,” and “Dueling Bloggers,” this bitter exchange brought “diplomatic gardening relations” between the United States and the United Kingdom “to an all time low,” as one esteemed historian put it.

List of the Original Posts (see bottom of page)
History of the Exchange
Analysis of Impact
    On International Relations
    On the English Language
    On Internet Use

HISTORY OF THE EXCHANGE

Pictures of socks flew across the Atlantic, black and white–

Sox

competing with brilliantly colored–

Socks

the neatly paired, as in the two photographs above, with the totally disarrayed, as in the one below.

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Threats involving noodles, dibbers, fish, and dueling pistols were traded with an abandon that paid little heed to possible long-term international consequences, and the price of potting soil plunged worldwide. Oblivious to this catastrophe, gardeners throughout the US and the UK took sides, exchanging insults the likes of which had never been heard in the normally peaceable and polite gardening community. Terms such as “dastardly” and “blackguard” were freely used.

Eventually, diplomats from Kissinger to Mandela were brought in to broker a peace, but the contestants could not agree on the degree of gardening expertise required of a mediator, and after one side sent Kissinger packing, there was little hope that the other side would accept any mediator. Unfortunately, the dispute happened to occur over the Fourth of July, when Americans celebrate their independence from Britain–a coincidence that perhaps sharpened both the rhetoric and the appetite for blood of all those involved. Riots broke out iin a number of major cities in the U.S., during which people ripped up and burnt beds of English Ivy, vowing to rename it “Freedom Ivy” and to burn anyone who dared grow it. One man who tried to point out a perceived failure of logic here was bundled into the middle of a great ball of ivy and rolled down the longest, steepest hill in Kansas, a distance of at least ten feet. He suffered two bruises and a scrape, and staggered from the scene, a sadder and wiser man.

In recent years, many have pooh-poohed the seriousness of the events, as did this commentator:

“Really, the whole thing was quite old hat, all overblown rhetoric and outworn insults. If it weren’t for the tragic international repercussions, leading to France’s withdrawal from NATO (and, of course, the odd incident of the fish-flavored spaghetti, from which Italy’s pasta industry has never recovered) no one would bother with it today. The only truly memorable aspect of the entire bruhaha is the remarkably chic pair of socks that appeared on VP’s blog in the very early days of the controversy, before it degenerated into the farcical shifts in allegiance, the endless one-upmanship, that characterizes it today, ten years later.”

ANALYSIS OF IMPACT

    On the English Language

It is widely suspected that a number of colloquialisms that we now take for granted actually had their genesis in the Sock Wars. For instance, some linguists believe that “to wet-fish” as in, “Don’t you wet-fish me!” can be traced to the suggestion that wet fish be used as weapons in the constantly threatened duel around which the “wars” revolved.

    On the Internet

An unprecedented number of bloggers (one) started filing posts under the new category “silliness.”

LIST OF THE ORIGINAL POSTS

7/3   The Manic Gardener                           
           “Dueling Bloggers”

7/4    Blogging from Blackpitts Garden   
            “This Time, It Is Serious”

          Aunt Debbie’s Garden                      
            “High Noon…the Spaghetti War Begins”
         The Garden Monkey
            “Garden Monkey’s Guide to Horticultural Limericks #3”

7/5    Blogging from Blackpitts Garden  
            “It Is Still A Bit Serious”
          Veg Plotting                                       
            “Dibbers at Dawn?”

7/6    Veg Plotting                                        
            “Dibbers at Dawn: The Backstory   

        Blogging from Blackpitts Garden   
            “Vroom, Vroom”
        Veg Plot                                                
            “Blog Warfare”
        Daphne’s Dandelions
            “Succession Crops”

7/7   Veg Plot                                                 
            “Lettuce”

7/8   The Manic Gardener                          
            “Dueling Limericks: So there, VP!”

7/9   The Garden Monkey                          
          “Garden Monkey’s Guide to Horticultural Limericks #4”

7/10   The Manic Gardener                              
        “Truce Just in Time: ‘Speech, Speech'”