Some Dirt Nerd Stuff

A while back, I sent a request to my good friend, co-conspirator in sustainable agriculture projects, source of general wisdom, and go-to agronomist, Niels Hansen. I asked Niels, “Please tell me whether there are specific reasons for favoring natural, organic-based nitrogen fertilizers over mined, synthetic, or natural gas derivative nitrogen. Synthetic is of particular interest.”

In a perfect world…

In a perfect world, I would have already known with certainty the answer to this question. I’ve studied soil science and soil chemistry. I’ve taken courses in organic gardening and organic agriculture. I know a lot about soil chemistry; enough to be completely freaked out by the fact that clay is sticky because its surface becomes intertwined with our skin at the molecular level. (EW! 😣)

And I already knew that biologically-derived fertilizers are superior to synthetically-derived versions. Fred Montag, biology professor at the University of Utah, had drilled into my brain the importance of organic content and the array of biological micronutrients necessary to a healthy soil system. More matters than just the ratios and amounts of N-P-K. But I couldn’t remember the technical, scientific reasons why.

So I went to Niels for help. Here’s what he said (lightly edited):

Plants Don’t Care

Plants don’t care as long as the molecule or mineral they need is available.

So you can look at availability. When nitrogen is spoon-fed to a plant’s roots by the local community of microbes, it can absorb it easily. When a ton is dumped on it in May, the system is taxed to accommodate all of it.

The Cheapest Fertilizer

The cheapest form of nitrogen fertilizer is ammonia, but it is so hungry to dissolve in water that it destroys all living things until it’s diluted enough to be safe. It attaches to clay particles because of its positive charge [There’s that clay thing again…] and then it becomes available to plants as the microbe community processes it into the nitrate form that plants like.

The more microbes that were killed in the initial application, the slower the ammonia is converted and made available for plants, and so the plants scavenge minerals, sugars, and amino acids from the dead microbes. That is wonderful in the short term. And it’s bad for soil health in the long term. Terrible.

Natural Gas

Haber-Bosch produced commercial nitrogen uses a LOT of natural gas to make whether it’s ammonia or ammonium nitrate. That should be an earth-stewardship consideration when looking at sustainability.

Bottom line is that it’s cheaper and environmentally positive to produce usable nitrogen with legume rotations, but that affects someone’s financial bottom line. That someone is very rich and powerful.

Mined and concentrated phosphorus

Mined phosphorus is concentrated and cheaper to move than organic forms. It is in ortho-phosphate form, which, like ammonia, has that strong positive charge so it attaches tenaciously to clay particles and negative ions in the soil. Microbes have to coax it away from the clay, but the plants are tuned into that orthophosphate molecule and have proteins that actively grab it and pull it into the roots.

In a Wild Ecosystem

In a wild, healthy soil ecosystem, it’s such a part of the living and dying process that it’s being spoon fed to plants as things die and decompose. Organic molecules very often have phosphate as a functional part of the molecule. Biochemists could get excited and wax poetic about the services and functions that involve phosphorus.

There is a lot I don’t know about all that. I can say that in a dead soil, organic phosphorus moves around a lot. In a vibrant living soil it moves around even more, sometimes even with still functioning molecules attached.

Plants Grab Sugar

Plants can grab sugar, amino acids, and other complex molecules that they can use from the soil solution. Imagine Peace Corps workers in a thrift store.

Phosphorus in manure is perfect. It’s part of the decaying plant parts there in the pile and is abundantly available for the plants to grab. It isn’t so charged up that it gets stuck in the top half inch of soil, because it’s often part of a partially functional molecule that the plant can fix up and make work.

The Trouble With Manure

The trouble is manure is bulky and is not part of a franchise with a strong advertising budget.

So there you have it: Although they feed plants just fine, synthetically-derived fertilizers don’t deliver the benefits to soils that naturally-produced fertilizers do. And where biologically-derived fertilizers contribute to a healthier soil microbiome, chemically-produced fertilizers can desolate soil microbes and leave behind a damaged or even destroyed soil ecosystem.

So go natural to the extent possible. And stay away from clay. (Just kidding. 😊)

It’s Been a While…

It’s Been a While

It’s been a really long time since I last posted. Since B and K were diagnosed as being autistic, there’s been a lot of learning and many, many counseling, occupational therapy, and Applied Behavioral Analysis (ABA) appointments. So many appointments, in fact, it’s been difficult to keep up with even the most basic responsibilities at home. I’ve had a lot of work travel, which is a mixed blessing. I get to interact in person with people who are working on projects with me around the western U.S., but I have to be away from home to do that. It’s always hard.

Not Actually a Great Mom

Just as a heads-up, I’m not a great mom. A lot of people say to me, “I don’t know how you do it!” “You’re amazing!” “You’re so great!!” News flash: I’m NOT great. Not only am I not great, I’m kind of a sucky mom in a lot of ways.

Yeah, I love doing things with my kids, but I’m completely and totally NOT patient far too much of the time. But I’m willing to learn, I’m willing to work hard, and I’m so happy for the times when things go well and we actually have a fun time as a family without any major blow-ups or harm done to anyone.

Badass…Also NOT

I would never have thought that a child could be capable of putting me into fetal position. But then one did. He put me straight into fetal on the stairs. Just too much. I used to think of myself as a quasi-badass chick. After all, I’ve finished a loop at the Barkley Marathons. (Pause for appropriate gasp and applause…LOL. If you don’t know what it is, look it up. It’s kind of crazy and fabulous.)

I’ve climbed Mount Whitney via the Mountaineers Route. I’ve finished some really tough 100 mile trail races. Badass, right??! Alas, not so much. Having a little boy who gets SO out-of-control upset and freaked out over things like, for example, a piece of duct tape being crooked on a piece of cardboard, that he literally breaks furniture? (Big furniture. My dining room table.) Now THAT’s tough. That’s just one challenge.

Bites, Bruises, and Scratches, Oh MY!

Another challenge I went through with my little B: For a long time, when something went wrong and he got all melted down over it, his Plan A was to run to me and start beating me up. Literally. For months and months I was covered with bruises, bite marks, and scratches. I had to learn safety holds and also learned a suite of techniques for helping him to calm himself down when things sail out of control. But this year something kind of amazing has happened. We’ve learned how to help B stay out of meltdown mode more and more over time.

I owe a huge debt of gratitude to the angelic ABA therapists who’ve been helping him and the other two triplets learn how to behave better and how to communicate their needs through language rather than through acting out. The trips are often not kind to them. But without them, I’m not sure how we would have made it to today.

Real Emotions

We still have a long, long way to go. B still struggles with handling his emotions. A couple of weeks ago he got upset about something (I don’t recall exactly what the problem was), so he threw a heavy object at a framed piece of artwork in our front room. I was upstairs, and I don’t know for sure what the weapon of choice was.

I still haven’t cleaned up the broken glass that fell all over the floor below when it shattered. It’s just one increment too far away for me, given all of the responsibilities I have to keep up with every day. I’ll get to it soon, I think. The good news is that he targeted an inanimate object and not me. And not one of the other kids.

Better Every Day

But more and more often, B is getting through his disappointments without coming completely unglued. He’s cheerful more of the time. So am I. I’m not a happy mom, and a lot of the time I end up yelling at my kids. It’s kind of bad. Okay, it’s TOTALLY bad.

I’m overwhelmed by the stress of our lives and the responsibility for raising three special needs kids while keeping up with my career, being a wife, momming my three older kids as best I can figure out how (it’s not easy to “parent” adult children…they are, after all, adults).

There’s almost no time for me to take care of myself the way I used to. My running has been close to nonexistent. That’s changing. I haven’t been cooking the way I love; that’s changing too. I’m doing better at managing household demands. It’s getting better every day. Then worse again (shrug emoji). It just is what it is.

We’re muddling through.