Opening a Garden Bed: From Rocks to Rich Soil
Nov 18th, 2009 by Tom Christopher
Last month I tilled a bed in our garden in southwestern Massachusetts to plant garlic. This was a bed I first dug this past spring, which required a heroic effort. My wife, Suzanne, jokes that creating any new garden space in this hilly Berkshire landscape involves “mining for soil,” that is, you prospect t until you find a vein of soil and then with shovel and digging bar you follow the vein down into the rocks.
Certainly the substrate in the area where I created this new bed was rocky—a significant part of the stone wall I built last summer was created with rocks I dug out of this bed. Several were so large that I had to pull them out with a “come along,” a simple, hand-cranked winch that can exert a startling level of force (4,000 pounds of pull in the case of the model I own). I’d hook the come along to a large tree, then hook its pulling cable to a chain I had wrapped around one of these mini boulders. Later, with the help of a muscular young college student, I was able to roll the boulders one by one up an impromptu ramp of 2-inch-by-8-inch planks and into a cart.
The soil revealed by this excavation last spring was wretched: a combination of grayish clay and sand. Yet when I tilled it up to plant last month it was brown and loose, moderately organic—a good garden loam.
How did I accomplish this transformation? In part with coffee grounds. Suzanne leaves a five-gallon bucket at a local cafe, and every Friday we pick this up to use as organic enrichment for our garden. She had prepared the bed for its initial digging by dumping grounds all winter long onto the 24-foot-by-24-foot area we had outlined with stakes and string the previous fall. (Coffee grounds are mostly just organic matter; my old Rodale The Complete Book of Composting says they are 1.84% nitrogen, .03% phosphorus, and .12% potassium, which means that you’d have to load on tremendous quantities to over-fertilize with coffee grounds. If I had to give a limit, I rather arbitrarily say not to apply more than a layer an inch deep at a time.)
After I’d removed the rocks, I added more organic material. There is an enormous pile of decomposing wood chips at one edge of our property. These are the remains of trees and branches that were removed to create a 16-foot-wide corridor for the power line we ran to our house five years ago. By now the chips are semi decomposed. I hauled in cartload after cartload to dig into the soil last spring, and used another dose to hill up the potatoes we planted at one side of the bed. We spread a thick blanket of straw along the other side of the bed to mulch around the pumpkins we planted there.
I made sure to feed the soil with several sprinklings of a balanced organic fertilizer over the course of the growing season. The wood chips weren’t fully decomposed when I dug them in, and I knew that the carbon-rich wood and bark fragments would draw nitrogen from the surrounding soil as they rotted (this nitrogen will be returned with interest as the chips complete the composting process). I’ll continue to add extra fertilizer next spring, but after that, I suspect, the wood chips will have fully decomposed.
This increased need for fertilization has been used in the past to discourage the use of wood chips as a soil additive. This is typical of the extravagance of conventional gardening practice: Instead of recommending the use of whatever organic waste is locally available, the gardening press has recommended relying on imported products such as sphagnum peat or bagged, dehydrated cow manure. These imported products come at an excessive environmental cost, however. Peat bogs are important as natural carbon sinks: they sequester huge quantities of carbon that would otherwise escape into the atmosphere as carbon dioxide, the principal greenhouse gas. Processing the manure and trucking it cross country to your garden requires an unnecessary use of fossil fuels.
No matter where I have gardened, I have always found abundant and inexpensive local sources of organic wastes. Wood chips are available from any arborist, and autumn leaves are free for the composting. When I lived in central Texas, it was only a short drive to a mushroom farm where I could buy the spent growing medium for $10 a pickup truck load. Spoiled hay—bales that have gotten wet and been invaded by mold—are another cheap source of organic material in many areas. Or manure from a riding stable (we used manure from the Bronx Zoo when I was a student at the Botanical Garden).
Often using such materials most successfully requires a bit of special handling. My wood chips temporarily boost the garden’s need for fertilization. Because the local water supply was slightly saline, the much irrigated mushroom compost contained elevated levels of salt; I made sure to water my garden with a drip irrigation system that minimized the amount of municipal water I needed to apply. My garden subsisted mainly on rain water which was salt-free; heavy storms would flush the salt out of my raised beds, leaving the soil sweet.
For advice on working with different organic materials, I suggest you contact your local cooperative extension office; you’ll find contacts for all the different state services here.
Eating locally is as important for your garden as it is for you.

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