I like to garden. I like to garden with my kids. I like to help people, especially when that help is the oh so American teaching-folks-to-fish-with-their-own-bootstraps kind of help.
I really like these Seed Ballz. I saw them on TV this morning and thought it was worth blogging about. The product is a charming packet full of smalls balls of dirt with seeds in them. You can prepare your soil and then just sprinkle the Seed Ballz over the top. The birds can't eat your seeds, the seeds won't blow away, and even a one year old can plant balls full of seeds.
But the thing that takes them out of the "ordinary cool" category and into the "I should blog that!" category is how they are made. I couldn't find a website with their story on it, so I will just post what I heard, which was a cursory introduction, and not in detail.
Seed Ballz, the company, employs developmentally disabled adults to create their product. The ballz are hand mixed and hand rolled much like making cookie dough. Adults whose opportunity support themselves was previously limited by ability can now do so by working with a local company that respects them. I know I would like to be able to do that.
When compared to the pride and self respect that providing for yourself brings, this third point is just a small thing. But it is always nice to find innovative and simple products made locally.
I can't wait to buy some for next springs flower garden.
http://www.kaboodle.com/reviews/drop-grow-seed-ballz (that's a place you can read about and buy Seed Ballz for your own garden.)
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3 comments:
really good dirt, indeed.
i wonder if they come with people who will keep the nice living things alive, once they bloom?
'cause that would be perfect. ;)
That would be the dream package, wouldn't it!
And in another dream world, we would be wealthy enough to hire someone with special needs to be our gardener. The gardener could mow the lawn and apply the nontoxic, oragnic, miricle powder that makes your lawn grow but kills the clover, dandelions, morning glory, et al. And said gardender would also keep the weeds out of that annoying crack between the curb and the street. So many tings for a gardener and so few gardeners...
I like the concept, but I don't think it would go over well with the mater green thumb. :) And I am not allowed to have plants of any sort since I tend to make them go brown. I don't kill I just bring them to the verge of death & help them to linger in a vain attempt at recussitation.
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