Great excitement about my Scottish worms which arrived on Thursday in a shoebox. Natasha as curious as I am, decided she was bringing Naim on Saturday so she could see them for herself.
Seemed to tickled her fancy that they had been sent all the way from Scotland to colonise my flat's garden in London. Wasn't sure what to do with them for two days so left them outside my flat door just in case they escaped.
Yesterday in the garden, opened the box with great trepidation. They were all wiggling about in a bag. Poured the whole blob of worm poo and worms into a green bucket (photo above). It was an amazing sight. We all peered inside and it was fun picking some of them up. Had to keep stirring the mix because they tried to hide from the sunlight. Some were great fat brown ones and loads of whitish looking small babies.
Until I read the instruction, didn't know the colony is self regulating in numbers depending on the food available, they breed every 2 weeks and live up to 15 years. Oh my god what have I started.
Naim got his stool out of the shed to help me sort out the composter to put them inside. What a laugh. Robert arrived later carrying a extra large plant pot for our planned orange tree adventure later in the day. That's Naim standing on the stool telling him all about it. He's like a little old man the way he retains info in his head and then talks about it.
Feeding the worms to the composter was supposed to be an educational experience for Naim. He found it very funny but it was definitely a learning curve for all of us.
Some of the plants that have come into blooms even since my last post Lazy day and the wonders of nature a few days ago are pretty amazing.
Naim went round smelling the flowers and showing off to his mother his cartoon windmill stakes he's stuck in the ground.
Kentish Town Pound Stretcher has a wonderful gardening section. Naim loves walking round the shop 'finding' things for the garden.
With mother and baby Aalia off home. Robert, Naim and I went to rescue a small orange tree from across the road at the back of the shops. The owner says the building is to be demolished so I could have it if I could dig it up.
Wasn't easy with all the masses of roots. Naim was in hysterics at us all marching down the road carrying it. Suspect people around here are used to me and mine making idiots of themselves.
After trimming all the roots and washing the muck off the leaves it now looks lovely in the big pot - tree right in front of the composter. Bit of tender care and we'll see if it lives. (photo right)
Such a lovely day Naim had great fun playing football like 'Rooney' . His father supports ManU and it's obvious he's picking up the vibes. Later in the flat, whilst I was out, he managed to persuade Robert to get out his finger paints. What a mess.
Natasha arrived to take him home - cheeky boy he hid holding Robert's leg. Think he was expecting to sleep over. Least she allowed him to have his fun bath and talc fight so that calmed him down. What a boy, everyday is something new.
Not mentioned much about baby Aalia. Well she's beginning to move about about and is fascinated by my long blonde hair. What has tickled me pink is she has my birth mark. How incredible. Nobody else has it as far as I know. I've had a strawberry patch at the top of my neck just under my hair at the back since I was born. Aalia has one in exactly the same place.
Labels: Garden, Personal, Recycling