Six more and we have an anniversary. What would you like for that day? How can I treat my fellow bloggers and Commanders in Quill that stood with me for so long? I’d really like to do something in honor of our friendship.
Alright, I might make your life sick with the next bit. Um, usually when the summer work season is coming to an end, farmers are preparing their land for the next year. That includes plowing the fields, burning down the hedges that grown in and dispersed around usable land. If we let it spread wild, soon the whole field will be covered with bushes and a variety of weed that is hard to get rid of. Many things play in the effect of that, which leads us to what I did today and that is fertilization. It’s a dirty job, but it is something we have to do if we want our products to succeed. Without fertilization, your yearly productions are about 30% lower than what you could have. That is a serious number. The best fertilizer is not on the market, it is actually what farmers have at their stalls. I am talking about manure. Yeah, it took me long enough to say it.
The process goes like this. Every stall has one designated pool where the manure is stored. That goes for every object where you keep your herds. Since my family doesn’t have cows, we have pig stay and sheepcote. This is not sufficient to fertilize all our land, but that is alright because we don’t need that much material. The fertilizer is predominantly used for spots of land where vegetables are going to be planted, which means the optimal size of the field is about 12 acres. You really don’t need more than that for potatoes, horse beans, onions, garlic, butter beans, radish, pumpkins, zucchinis, and white corn. These are the cultures we mostly use in our daily nutrition for a year.
The material is loaded on the tractor-trailer or a wagon by a machine if the homestead is wealthy, or if it isn’t, we use pitchforks. With the curbed pitchforks with a long handle, the material is distributed in 3 piles around the wagon sides at 3 locations until the wagon goes empty. You repeat that as long as you have material. When the pool is cleared, we broom it, drain the canals and the pool is open for collecting fresh material.
After that, we wait for rain. We need rain, because water melts it, washes it down in the earth pores so the land gets rich with minerals. After that, farmers walk up to a pile in the field and use the plain pitchforks to spread the manure to the end of the field. And after that, the land is plowed so the dirt and the fertilizer get mixed, ensuring a well-positioned layer on which we can plant our vegetables the next year.
It’s a dirty job, but we have plastic jumpsuits, rubber boots, and gloves. It’s not that complicated to do, and if you get dirty, you can wash it off… But the smell. Oh, the smell. I’m going to stop right here. It’s enough for one night.
If you are buying organic, have this post in mind when you are handing the money. This is what happens. Don’t say I haven’t warned you. Besides, I’d rather chose organic, knowing the fertilizer is natural also, rather than buying an early sort grown in a plastic bubble with chemicals sprayed on the ground.
Don’t forget to tell me what would you like for the blabbering anniversary.
Of course, the Kitten.