I’ve been getting chips from the dump for the last several years, but that requires pitch forking them all from a pile into my truck, and then from my truck into a pile in my yard.
Earth’s gym at it’s finest, but I am so in love with chips, I just wanted more, more, more.
So I called around. I kept track of the chip trucks I saw on the road to give them a call asking for a handout.
I left a note on the windshield of a parked Asplundh truck.
I carved a sign and stuck it at the end of my driveway: “CHIPS”.
Then, one day, I get home from work, and WAZAA! A truck load of chips in my driveway.
I’m not sure who dropped them off, but when I find out I’ll ask to sharpen their knives.
The point, here, is that these chips are a byproduct of the arbor service. They make outstanding mulch and compost supplement. I use them in my garden, around my trees, in my chicken run, all over the place.
Nature has no waste. I’m always looking for ways to turn waste into a resource.
I buy my lumber from a local guy who has put millions of board feet through his Woodmizer. He has a mountain of slabs in his yard (the half-rounds left from squaring up a log), so I asked if I can have some.
First, I used them for camp wood and kindling. This year I’m trying them in my garden in the footpaths and around the perimeter. Hoping to be a trendsetter for a recycled, organic, impermeable weed barrier.
In a casual conversation with a buddy, he mentioned he had to clean up some fallen wood from a rental property. Harmlessly, I ask what he did with it. Sensing my real question, he asked if I wanted it.
I rolled over to his place after work and got a little truck load of firewood.
It’s all around us, especially if we’re looking. The trick, however, is to not get fooled. Stay realistic. Don’t let crap pile up on your lawn that is just never going to get used.
I remind myself of this all the time; if I’m not going to make the time to maintain it, I shouldn’t have it.