![]() After 13 years with sawdust I would say throw away all your implements especially Faulkner’s pet, the Disc harrow. Faulkner in Plowman’s Folly urged farmers to throw away their plows. From my sawdust viewpoint, these farmers are using expensive machines, gas and oil to rip up and destroy fiber and humus, the very life blood of their soil. More about the earthworm’s work later.Įvery year I see my fellow fruit and vegetable farmers leaning more and more heavily on bigger and better machines in order to combat the cost and scarcity of dependable farm labour. ![]() Also, protected by the golden carpet of sawdust that covers most of my fields, are many millions of wriggling earthworms that work for me the year round, enjoying an earthworm paradise, shielded from extremes of burning heat, drought and frost. On my Vancouver Island Berry Farm sawdust is the Slave, which used as a mulch, emancipates me from hundreds of arduous hours of work every year. Farmer included the article again in a later issue it was also reprinted in a leading Ukrainian journal in Winnipeg. Farmer in the Spring of 1951 and created such a wide interest, resulting in a sell-out of that issue. My father, Rupert Stephens (1896-1976) originally wrote this article entitled "Sawdust is My Slave." It was first published in The B.C.
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