- The garden where according to the account in Genesis Adam and Eve first lived
A place of pristine or abundant natural beauty.
The scent of freshly ground wood chips is still on my fingers.
I stumbled across an hour and forty-three minute video called “Back To Eden” earlier this week. It’s a documentary about Paul Gautschi’s experiments and experiences using wood chips as a heavy mulch in his gardens. The information on that video needs to be shouted from the rooftops. Seriously.
Here’s a link:
If you’ve read any of the earlier posts on this somewhat dormant blog, you know I am a big fan of the “Ruth Stout” heavy mulch, gardening method.
I believe it is hands down, an easier, smarter, and more time effective way to garden (speaking just for myself) than the traditional method of gardening I learned growing up.
The Back to Eden video takes Ruth Stout’s method to another level.
The biggest problem I had with Ruth’s method, was trying to find enough old hay, or grass clippings, each season. Mulching with old hay and or grass clippings really does create a rich soil, with hundreds of earthworms, but it also disappears pretty quickly.
In my case, having three different good-sized garden plots I wanted to grow in, meant I could not stay ahead of the mulch demand….
This past Tuesday, after watching that movie, I did some calling around.
I got a hold of our local utility company, asking if they would put me on the list for wood chips. The lady couldn’t promise me anything, but said she would relay the message to the guys in maintenance.
Thursday afternoon, just after I got home from work, a straight truck, with a covered dump box, full of wood chips pulled into our driveway. I showed him where I wanted it. He asked me if I wanted another one?
“Absolutely!” I said.
It was the first of four loads.
As I wheeled the wood chips back and forth from the pile this morning to the pumpkin patch, I couldn’t help but think of the literal Garden of Eden. The temperature was perfect. There was a light breeze. I could hear wrens chattering, a robin, and a couple of crows in the distance.
Early morning picture from last season. (When I still had an old hay bale)