I don’t want to lie to you- this ‘how-to’ can only just count as so. It’s primarily born from an excuse for me to play with my knife and be in the greenhouse, but I reckon that’s as good a reason as any.
Better looking than a lollipop stick and free to boot, you can stick this stick in your seed trays and plant pots to identify what exactly is growing in there. We are partial round our house to planting unknown seeds and so have ‘miscellaneous’ plant markers as well as a ‘perhaps peach?’ stick or two (not one to discriminate, every plant qualifies for the handmade identifier…).
You’ll need a small carving knife, a stick which is about a cm or so thick (X a whole bunch), a hand saw/shears and a biro (a sharpie, due to the greenwood, just won’t do the job).
First off you’ll need to forage for your sticks- if you can’t find enough on the ground use your shears to pluck a suitably sized stick from your garden tree and the saw to cut them to size (make sure you are careful of fingers and thumbs doing this). Somewhere near one end of your stick and using your knife peel off an inch or so of bark. Keep going over this area till you have a space wide enough to write on (you could even get little people to help you out here using a peeler). At the other end you want to make a spike to go in to the soil- striking away from you, use you knife at an angle to get that sharp diagonal cut.
It’s pretty simple. Just write on what you need and wahey- genuinely useful and handsome plant markers and a somewhat legitimate excuse to while away time in your greenhouse with a cuppa as Radio 4 hums in the background…
I’m on a little holiday at the mo and it’s got me reminiscing on the last adventure of it’s sort had this time last year in Mozambique. After a bell on the blower from an old friend on a Monday afternoon inviting me to his patch in Mozam, I took a flight after work on the Wednesday… the definition of a whirlwind.
This greenhouse [ordeal/joy] has been a family affair.
We pretty jammily landed ourselves this little glass haven as the neighbour decided it wasn’t worth the moving hassle as they went on to (probably less) green pastures.
We took that hassle on the chin. Dismantling the bugger pane by pane we proceeded to womble its shell up the road, much to the enjoyment of passing ramblers.
It’s been about 9 months since I attended The Do Lectures, a four day ideas farm based on the premise that ‘ideas + energy = change’… so it’s round about time I birthed something from it.
I managed to sort of ninja a space (thanks to Tearfund Rhythms) at this coveted event by making a little video where I was sat in a box and spent a few minutes talking a lot about this said box. And thank God I made it there. See, I had just moved back to Dorset after a year in London and was seeking a return to what I like to call ‘the real stuff.’ You know, the stuff that isn’t in those check boxes I banged on about but the stuff around the edges.
“Son, land gives you everything you need to survive.” That’s what Eustaquios’ father told him, and it’s the story Eustaquio told to me as I sat surrounded by pigs, drinking madly sweet coffee out of a bowl, enjoying the hospitality of Eustaquio’s family in North-West Colombia.
Eustaquio loves his land. I mean he really loves it.
For him, the land is sacred and that’s why he is fighting to protect it- it keeps him and his family alive. But it’s more than that too.