Earth hours

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These plants are the smallest form of statice I know.  It isn’t native.  I gathered the seed from a  spot where this plant is growing in fine gravel beside the tram line.  I hope if it can do that, it might manage in a spot where there is about 10 cm of mulch and earth over concrete beside a footpath.  It’s inhospitable terrain for any growing thing.  Just the same, burr medic is already volunteering to hold that earth in place, and in spite of my antipathy to burrs, I have to admire nature’s ways of getting the job done.  I am hoping that the more I plant and mulch, the less weeds will grow here and the less the council poisoner will apply his weedicide.  Now that I have spoken with him, I realise he prefers not to poison , and that he is aware I am planting out this patch.  I’ll put some bigger plants in nearby to make it easier for him to recognise these are not weeds.

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This is the ‘garden bed’–you can hardly see those little plants!

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On the day I put the contents of these ten pots into the ground, I realised a further 12 plants had been stolen from public land just around the corner (they even stole some of the saltbush I have planted).  Heartbreaking,  The chalked message ‘STOP STEALING OUR PLANTS: They belong to all of us’ featured in a previous post lasted only 48 hours before being painted out when other graffiti was removed.  Painted out–when a wet rag would have done the job. I was at a railway station the previous day thinking that in just over 200 years this continent has gone from being inhabited by far fewer people with land management practices which, by modern standards, were extremely low impact–to a place so thoroughly covered by roads and railway and concrete and buildings and… I don’t think I am entitled to give up because of these small losses.  Entitlement is an interesting thing to think about. So I went home and pricked out more saltbush into the empty pots.

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I mentioned my angsty moments to an exquisitely thoughtful friend, who offered the perspective that this was a harsh way of thinking about it.  She’s right, of course.  She told a fabulous story about one of the Australian permaculture thinkers, who planted a fruit tree as a street tree and had organised for the council to fund this.  The tree was stolen.  They planted another.  It was stolen.  they planted another.  It was stolen.  They took to just putting a tree out on the footpath, until one day it wasn’t stolen and they planted it.  He evidently told this as a success story about how to get fruit trees out into the neighbourhood!  What a great perspective. At least it makes me laugh in the face of plant theft.

2015-05-11 09.01.43

I made two other sorties out into the neighbourhood in that week.  Having saltbush big enough to plant now it is raining is a great development.  There have been gains and losses.  In the gains department, someone has mulched near a beloved tree my friends and I have been building up understorey for.

2015-05-16 13.00.55

Our efforts have really paid off here despite early plant losses to dogs, dryness, vandals and accident.  The mulch looks like it might be from the council chipper.  No matter where it is from, clearly this now looks like a spot where some mulch might be helpful, where previously I made my own from street tree leaves and we wheelbarrowed in mulch council had abandoned some distance away.  Now there is decent soil under this tree and the new plants have a much better chance.  There is a wattle seedling coming up and some of the saltbush have begun to self sow.  Now that is exciting!

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Over a week I believe I planted nearly 60 plants out and about.  Plants out, rubbish back in.

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In one of the spots I have been planting out (beside the statice), a concrete pad has appeared.  No plants have been destroyed while this happened, but it doesn’t inspire confidence, as I have no idea what the next step will be.  So I chose a new barren spot under a bottlebrush tree and planted that out.

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On the next trip I decided to plant a little triangle where a lot of bluemetal got dumped.  Some weeds managed to come up just the same, and they were poisoned by council.  That weeds could grow struck me as promising.  I pulled out the dead weeds and out came this spider, menacing me with its front legs.  I spoke reassuring words and then dug holes for the saltbush.  I have some in bigger pots (which is to say, they come with their own little patch of soil).  They will need it.  The bluemetal was deeper than I had believed and I can only hope the plants can get their roots down into the ground below.  I was heartened when my friend offered an explanation of why this might actually work–gravity and water are friends!

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So–plants go out and poisoned weeds come home for disposal.

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These pots have been in constant rotation for ages now, and it feels good. 

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Previously, I’ve been slower and less successful at propagating–so I feel as though my skills are a whole lot better and I’m acting on my intentions more.  In the places where it is working, having plants is creating soil as my friends and I coax these plants along and as they create something that can hold fallen leaves in place so they can be mulch and the soil can build fertility.  Thinking about how bare and sad and weedy that patch under the beloved tree was when we started and how I lost about 5 plants for every one that grew to begin with–reminds me to be hopeful.  And so do all these seedlings coming up under an established saltbush in the garden.  I thought it would be too cold for them to germinate–but maybe not.

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If saltbush have a lesson to teach, perhaps it is ‘when your life’s work is to grow in harsh conditions, put down roots fast and deep, before poking your leaves out into the sunshine.’

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10 responses to “Earth hours

  1. So much good work. And a great new way to think about the whole thing–instead of thinking of them as stolen plants, you can think of them as plants donated to encourage native plantings in people’s yards. Win-win. The alternative is to get way too frustrated over people’s behaviour, and that’s no use. What is bluemetal?

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    • Thanks–and yes, it’s a much better perspective! I agree, frustration over things you can’t control is pointless. It was good writing this post and thinking over the things that are going well, instead of getting bogged in the ones that are going badly. At present. Things change.

      Bluemetal is used as an underlayer for building roads and in other construction (this little pile is beside a road, a path and a railway line where there has been a lot of construction work). Wikipedia says it is a form of ‘construction aggregate’ but I am not sure if that helps you! Evidently here in Australia what we call bluemetal is largely crushed basalt–it’s a blue grey colour, which explains the name I guess. It really isn’t soil, and the likelihood it contains alkalis used in making concrete is high–hence my concern nothing will grow here. BUT there were weeds germinating on the surface, as well as the rather large ones that had taken root in crevices around the edges. I’ve put in 5 plants in different parts of it hoping that those where I could dig down to earth might at least grow!

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      • Got it. It’s amazing where plants will grow. My bet is that they’ll do fine. Certainly won’t hurt to try. I was amazed a few weeks ago when I saw a very large tree (empress or purple robe locust, not sure which) growing in an alley off of a parking lot–someone had laid asphalt all the way up to the trunk of the tree all the way around it. I have no idea how it could possibly get enough water. Cracks, I guess. But the tree was in full bloom like nothing was up. And last year, we planted some decorative amaranth (mostly for the birds), and the biggest, healthiest plants were not the seeds that got planted in soil intentionally, but the ones that blew accidentally into cracks in the pavement. Amazing, really.

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      • It is amazing. I have been studying weeds for years and can’t believe where they can grow–and the work that they do in ground humans have abandoned. I think the locust tree is an example of my friend’s point. He had noticed those saltbush plants the day they went in and said something that might have sounded like a joke about bluemetal mulch–but he wasn’t joking. He was thinking about stone mulches (yes, this is a thing) and also about the way that water will find a place it can seep into the earth because gravity and water are friends… clearly they are working their combined magic somewhere in the root zone of that tree!

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  2. Re the blue metal, any soil or organic matter will filter in over time – we’ve just dug up thestuff under our old boardwalk and lots of soil had got mixed in. Also extremely good drainage might suit arid climate plants better, no wet feet.

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  3. Liz

    I love this tale of persistence in the face of all obstacles to success … and having just taken a journey through your “natural dyeing” links, I can see that persistence is part and parcel of the remarkable person you are. Kudos!

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  4. Susan

    I can clearly see you are NOT the type of person to get discouraged easily
    and persistence IS YOU, OK not good grammar but……..:)

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