Member-only story
Farming Black Gold
Some circles call me the shit farmer.
It’s shit. Worm shit at that.
You haven’t lived until you have had a handful of worm-castings run through your fingers while Red Wigglers wiggle in your palm.
Mother Nature’s very own nacht-u-ral steroids for your garden. Black Gold.
That shit is unbelievable. Literally and figuratively.
There was a time when I bred these little bad boys of nature so that I could take advantage of the nutrient-dense by-product.
Move over manure cause papa’s got a brand new bag.
And, like everything else that I do, I take it to a dangerous level. I call it laser focus. The clinical term is possibly OCD or manic bipolar.
I don’t have the psychology degree to differentiate the two, so I will just give you the skinny on what I do know.
Vermicomposting is where it’s at in the gardening world.
The layman’s term is shit. Plain and simple.
Get worms. Feed worms. Worms produce castings. AKA shit.
Use casting in your garden to level up robust tomatoes, phat peppers, and longer and thicker cucumbers.
If you’re into longer and thicker.
