Saturday, 30 November 2013

Who Moved the Pooze? Kiri Dickinson

The Enviro Journey – Part 2

Who moved the pooze? – (a parody of Who moved my cheese)

A garden just isn’t a garden without the real McCoy, so in a bid to make the car park gardens over at the new school flourish over the particularly hot summers that we have here in Gisborne, we decided to thoroughly nourish the soil with good old fashioned horse dung prior to planting our newly purchased shrubs. We (my current Inspire group and I) were lucky enough to have free access to the horse manure left behind after the local A & P show. Collecting it did come with some minor challenges and I soon realised that shoveling horse dung mixed with straw on a hot windy day was not ideal and it wasn’t long before we were spluttering and pulling out small quantities of dung from our mouths, our hair and from under our clothes. Three loads later we were set to do some serious mulching the following Friday.

One week later we were all set but something was seriously wrong. The pooze had gone missing!! Where had it gone! Why would anyone want to steal our pooh? How did they move it? This was one mystery that I knew wasn’t about to be sovled in a hurry so on to plan B and off it was to Bunnings to buy compost.

Our next disappointing episode arrived exactly one week later when I discovered that the newly manured gardens had been turned into a mini BMX park by some of the local kids. This put our schedule to have the gardens done back another week as the dirt had become quite hard and it took us nearly a whole morning to flatten out the mounds of dirt that had been created as jumps. To prevent this from happening again we made signs and taped the area off. I also quietly whispered into the ears of certain individuals hoping that the weekly destructive activities would come to an end. First thing the following Monday morning I drove straight to the carpark and breathed a sigh of relief to see the gardens still intact.


So as you can see, becoming an enviro-school does come with it’s challenges. We just have to soldier on and when the fruits of our labours flourish I am confident that everyone will start to appreciate what we are trying to achieve.

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