Post G24-015: Gardening in shorts.

 

That is, a few short items on gardening, since it seems as if all I do these days is garden.

These include:

  • The FROGS.  OMG, the FROGS.
  • Recycling campaign signs into temporary raised beds.
  • Solarizing lawn to convert it to garden beds.
  • Heating the soil by covering with black plastic.

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Post G24-014: Creeping Charlie puller and other garden items.

 

Creeping Charley is a weed, also know as ground ivy.  When mature, it forms masses of thin vines (stolons), loosely rooted to the ground.  My “puller” is a bow rake paired with a paint roller.  It’s crude, but this allowed me to pull masses of Creeping Charlie out of a garden bed that I was preparing, without having to stoop over and pull it by hand.  Details are below.

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Post #1967: Friday/Saturday this-n-that. Part 3: Vegetative propagation via air layering.

 

The set-up:  Yardwork postponed is yardwork delayed.

I would have gone done a bunch of gardening tasks yesterday morning, were it not for the fact that there was a bunch of guys building a fence in my back yard.

I didn’t invite them.  The house across my back fence was torn down a couple of months back.  That old house has been replaced by a new, much bigger, house.  The builders of that new, much bigger, house are now tearing down the rotting fence between our yards, and replacing it.

It’s their fence.  It was falling down.  No one will mourn the loss.

But while that work crew is there, I’m not comfortable going out and engaging in a leisure-time activity like gardening.

I have dug a foot in his boots.  Or something.

That said, I can see that to make the post holes, they have a guy with a post-hole digger.  A manual post-hole digger, as pictured above.

Unsurprisingly — to me, anyway — he’s having a hard time of it.  The look on his face is about the same as the look on mine, when I try to dig holes in that area, using a post-hole digger.  It’s a cross between “you’re kidding me, right” and “I have to hack my way through this with a post-hole digger”?

The dirt in that area is packed with roots of every size and description, from 60-year-old-maples to the neighbor’s bamboo.  No single tool will do the complete job of making a hole in that.  (OK,a utility company truck with a power augur would likely have no trouble.  But not much short of that.)  I resort to (and dull the edges of) an entire array of tools when I dig there, starting with an axe.

In short, digging a nice neat hole in that location is going to be a total pain.

I do not envy the man his job.  I share his pain.

But he powered on through it, I guess, as the fence is now up.


Vegetative propagation.

Now that fence is in, I need to plant something that will plausibly block my view of the new, much bigger, house.

I ideally want to plant something that doesn’t require a big hole.   Not in that location.  And yet isn’t tiny, implying years before it grows adequately to fill the space.

And if the builder plants his side in the meantime, I need to leave an open gap there for sunlight. So I may want to plant nothing.  At the least, this argues against buying a big expensive plant for this location.

In any case, I decided to use this odd need — it boils down to wanting a big plant in a small container — as an excuse to try out vegetative propagation to grow some new plants.

Old-school, this would have been stated as “I’m taking some cuttings”.  But to me, that doesn’t sound quite macho enough.  So vegetative propagation it is.

I’m trying to grow new skip laurels (and some new fig trees) from cuttings.  And I’m trying two methods of vegetative propagation:  Air layering some branches, and (what I think of as) snip, dip-and-stick on some twigs.  I vaguely believe the first is a form of brown-wood propagation, the latter is a form of green-wood propagation.  But I am unsure.  I’ve never done any of this before, and I have no clue about much of anything yet.  Let alone the accepted nomenclature.

Air layering.

With air layering, you intentionally girdle a small branch, hoping to force it to grow roots where you girdled it.  You cleanly remove a tube of bark about 1″ long, circling the branch.  Scrape the inch of branch to bare wood, optionally dust the wound with Rootone (or equivalent rooting hormone), pack a wad of wet potting soil around the wound.  Tightly wrap that wad in a layer of plastic.  Finish with a layer of aluminum foil.  The plastic is there to retain water.  The tin foil, to exclude light.

Note that, implied in all this is the idea of a branch with bark you can easily remove.  Likely second-year (possibly later) wood, with brown bark.  Likely not first-year green-barked shoots.  Thus, as practiced, an example of brown-wood vegetative reproduction.

Why not do this to a big tree limb, and produce yourself a brand-new big tree in one year?   I’m not sure.  I’m guessing the practical upper limit is set by the imbalance between leaf area and roots.  So I’d guess there’s a practical upper limit to how big a branch would survive this to become a new plant.  I’d say the norm is to do this on two-year-old wood.

Edit:  Upon reflection, that’s probably not the right reason.  Seems like leaf area and water transmission area should be in balance on the growing plant, no matter what age or diameter the branch is.  Each branch or stem would itself be balanced in this regard.  Maybe the limitation on survival is elsewhere, such as the point in time where the branch must survive on its own (new) roots.

In any case, then you wait.  Check your wad o’ dirt weekly.  Add water as required.

In a month, you’ll have a ball of roots running through that potting soil.  So they  say.

If all goes well, you then cut the air-layered branch just below the root ball, and hey presto, the branch is now a sapling.  Pot it up with TLC for one year, put it in the ground the next.   

Snip, dip, and stick.

With snip-dip-stick, you snip off a green branch end, dip the cut end in an inch or so of Rootone (-equivalent) powdered rooting agent, then stick that into a few inches of wet potting soil, in a flower pot.  Keep the pot well watered and out of direct sunlight.  Reduce to just a leaf or two per snip, so that they don’t dry out.

The theory is that (some of) these snips will grow roots in a month, at which time they can be pulled from the communal flower pot and potted up individually.  My dozen or so snips are sharing a north-facing, well-watered, never-in-the-sun flower pot.  Easy enough to water one pot.

As with the air-layered plant, they should remain potted up for a year, with TLC, and then should be ready to put in the ground next year.

In the end, these are two different ways to create something to plant next year.   I have no clue whether either method will work for me.  I’ll know more in a couple of weeks.

Addendum:  Why doesn’t air-layering kill the branch?

Here’s the part that could not believe: Girdling does not kill the branch.  The air-layered branches — stripped of their living bark for an inch — appear fine.  On both sides of the complete break in the bark.

Really?  I always heard that doing this to the trunk of a tree would kill it. And, it will.  But I figured that, by analogy, if you did that to a branch of a tree, the branch would necessarily die.

That turns out to be an incorrect analogy.  The leaves on the girdled, air-layered branches in my back yard remain green. All the way out to the end of the branch.  This is presumably from water transported to the leaves via the pith (inside) of the stem. 

Which, in my ignorance, I didn’t realize was a thing.  I thought all transport was via the cambium, the growth layer just under the bark.  But that’s wrong.  At the branch tips, water and nutrients flow from roots to leaves via the branch central pith, and finished products of photosynthesis (starches, sugars, and so on) flow from leaves to roots via the surface cambium layer.

Again, so they say.  I skipped biology in school.  Seems true, as those air-layered branches appear undisturbed by this approach.

The key point is that the branch won’t die for lack of water, even as you are preparing it for full independence from the mother plant.  That’s because you leave the water-distribution vasculature of the branch — the stem pith — intact.  Meanwhile, it takes the energy of photosynthesis, nutrients from the tree roots, and uses that to produce new roots, at the break in the outer bark.

At least, that’s the theory.  I’m reserving judgment, but this seems like an obviously better approach than snip-dip-stick.  I should know, for these plants, in a couple of weeks.

Post #1966: Friday/Saturday this-n-that. Part 2: The soothing sound of … water hammer?

 

This is a brief anecdote on how yesterday’s laundry morphed into today’s tense, once-a-decade plumbing maintenance task, replacing the water-hammer arresters installed with my clothes washer.


Listen to the rhythm of the gentle bossa nova

It all started out innocently enough.

In the prior post, I admitted to being a bit slow, at the moment, owing to my under-consumption of stimulants.  So, as I was not getting much done yesterday.  I decided to do some laundry.  That takes up some time and accomplishes something, without being mentally or physically taxing.

For maybe the first half-hour, I enjoyed the far-off sound of the laundry equipment chugging and ticking away.  Somehow I feel as if I personally was getting something done, even though the equipment was doing the work.

The catchy, staccato rhythms of the washing machine are so homey and soothing.  Put you feet up, cruise the internet, relax.  I can’t really start another task because, hey, I’ll have to go tend to the laundry soon.  Guilt-free-chill time.

… (Time passes)

It only took me a half an hour to realize that those washing-machine noises were a lot louder than I remembered.  And maybe just a bit too rhythmic.

It finally dawns on me that I’m listening to pipe knock from water hammer created by the clothes washer The rhythmic sound I’m hearing is the result of the cold water valve cycling on and off during the rinse cycle, followed by the cold-water pipes boinging back-and-forth, wherever.

Water hammer is an unambiguously bad thing.  A moving column of water (in a pipe, say), has kinetic energy.  By law, that energy must go somewhere when the column stops.  In a house, it goes into moving the pipes.  The more abrupt the stop — such as the closing of a solenoid-driven valve in a washer — the more abrupt the transfer of energy, and the bigger the “hammer” effect (all other things equal).  The moving pipes bang into stuff, which is not good in the long run.  And it induces wear-and-tear on the washing machine valves.

Water hammer, in home plumbing, unchecked, will eventually break something.  If not your water pipe, then your washing machine.  That’s what they say, and I believe them.  In effect, I’ve been enjoying the pleasant sound of my washing machine beating my water pipes (and itself) to death.  Eventually.

Too bad the builder didn’t do a better job with the pipes.  I really hate having to pay for other people’s mistakes.

… (Time passes)

Another half-hour, and I realize the water hammer is my fault and needs to be fixed.  Plausibly, I’m hearing this now because my water-hammer arresters have finally worn out.  Those are more-or-less little shock absorbers for your pipes, and used a captive bit of air and a piston to soak up the force of the water hammer before it bangs your pipes around.   Those water hammer arresters have been in place since I had this washer installed about 15 years ago.  They are long overdue for replacement.

I need two of these gizmos.  One for the hot water hose, one for the cold water hose, feeding the clothes washer.

 

Source:  Home Depot, cited just above.

… (Time passes)

And it only takes another hour for me to figure out that I should replace the washing machine hoses as well.  Installed with the water hammer arresters, they are now pushing 15 years old, or about three times their rated safe lifetime.  Unlike your garden hose, say, these hoses are under house water pressure constantly.  You really don’t want one of those to burst.  Which they may do, when they get old.


The full fix.

So now it’s one of those should-be-easy-but-potentially-white-knuckle plumbing repairs.

All the required parts connect together without tools.  The hoses, arresters, and valves are put together with fittings similar to what you’d see on a garden hose.  But better quality.  They all use garden hose thread (GHT), either male (MHT) or female (FHT).  (At least they do here, YMMV.)

You tighten them hand-tight*.  Maybe give them a small fraction of a turn beyond hand-tight using a weakly-held set of water-pump pliers.  Never use a tool to tighten the fitting (the female exterior bit) all the way to tight, as in, can’t move.  That’s not how they work, and if you do, you’ll screw them up.  That’s what they say and I believe them.

* being careful not to cross thread them on (e.g.) the plastic MHT fittings on the back of the washer.   GHT is not like pipe thread.  It doesn’t get progressively harder to turn, like pipe thread.  Properly aligned, it should turn several full turns with just a light finger grip. It stops when male, gasket, and female meet, not when the threads dictate.

So, about $100 and two fun-filled hardware store trips later, and I have the parts I need.

These, I have laid atop my honored and increasingly venerable Speed Queen washer. Long may she live.

Because I have a non-standard setup, this fix depends on a) the water shutoffs for those pipes working, and b) about half-a-dozen GHT joints coming cleanly apart, after being connected for close to 15 years.

It’s old plumbing.  I expect something to go wrong.  Perhaps catastrophically wrong.  Perhaps not.  I just have no clue what, and how serious it will be.

I’m phobic about it, to be honest.  Plumbing disasters feature prominently in my literal nightmares.

But today, Cloacina, the Roman goddess of plumbing, smiles upon me.   All goes as well as I could hope.  Little water is on the floor.  Nothing obviously drips. A test load demonstrates that the pipes have gone quiet, at least for the time being.

Cloacina willing, I’ll revisit that no sooner than half-a-decade from now.

Post #1965: Friday/Saturday this-n-that. Part 1: A state of decaffeination

 

It’s a flannel shirt day for sure.  Overcast, cold, with occasional showers.  Perhaps even an un-tucked flannel shirt day.

So I’m off to a slow start.  And I need to get my thoughts together anyhow.

Let me blog my way through a few things.  Starting with:

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Post #1962: Fire drill

 

I happened to glance at the fire extinguisher in my garage today.  As shown above, it has lost pressure, and the needle on the gauge is no longer in the green zone.

Question 1:  This means (choose one):

  1. It’s time to get it recharged.
  2. It’s time to throw it away.
  3. It’s time to fertilize my garden.

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Post G24-012: Gang aft a-gley. Shutting down the Great Potato Chit-Off.

 

I think the takeaway is that I obviously want to chit my potatoes.

Sometimes, you do your best to set up an experiment, but Nature intervenes in ways that you didn’t anticipate.  This isn’t my first failed garden experiment.   But it’s a pretty spectacular fail, in a way that ends up being informative. Continue reading Post G24-012: Gang aft a-gley. Shutting down the Great Potato Chit-Off.