After perusing through Instagram using the hashtag #containergardening and the like, I’ve decided that’s definitely the way to go. It means getting past the way my dad gardened. It means giving up on an actual “in-the-ground” concept and abandoning digging in the ground every spring for good. It also means giving up weeding and opting for a more sensible approach without putting strain on my back, a back that’s getting older by the minute.
I’m stoked to get started.
Inspired by the Home Depot commercial and the sexy voice of Josh Lucas where he encourages everyone to, “Let’s Do This,” I went shopping. I purchased bags and bags of soil, along with cute little seedlings and starter plants, anything that might produce pretty, aromatic yield. I treated myself to a new pair of gardening gloves, a few new containers, although using the concept of a neighbor, I already have a lot of “junk” containers to toss into the mix and some gorgeous ones I got on sale last month to celebrate spring.
I’ll document my progress on Instagram: @ vickie.mckeehan.author
But first I have to spend the weekend putting it all in pots. Woohoo! I can already see several upsides. I’m thinking of getting a dog soon and won’t have to worry about the little thing digging up anything I plant. Smaller space means using less water. Or so I hope. My back is already celebrating an easier time of it.
Located halfway between California and Hawaii, the churning mass of the Great Pacific Garbage Patch is now twice the size of Texas. It’s not just the Pacific. There’s an equally large mass in the Atlantic. Ditto the Indian Ocean. These floating garbage dumps are so large they could be considered a country.
Each year, millions of sea turtles, seals, and other marine life die from ingesting trash, especially plastics. If that isn’t bad enough, when fishermen cut open their catch, there’s a one in ten chance of finding plastic in its stomach contents. Which kind of means we really don’t care about the ocean’s giant floating garbage bin. Only 9% of the world’s plastics are recycled.
Since these masses are in international waters, there’s no formal government intervention and no clean up. Our only hope is preventing it from getting bigger or preventing it from forming another equally disgusting mass somewhere else down the road. That means recycle, recycle, recycle.
At our house, the amount of plastic, paper, and aluminum cans we recycle from one week to the next fills up an entire bin and then some. Every trash collection day I wonder the same thing. How do we manage to accumulate so much crap in such a short amount of time? The answer is simple. Everything we purchase seems to be packaged in shiny new plastic destined for the bin. Recycling is the only way to keep it from becoming litter or landfill refuse. So reduce, recycle and reuse. It’ll make you feel like you’re doing something to keep it out of the ocean. Small steps to avoid a big problem.