Ma Nature

adrina

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Ma Nature. She's really quite extraordinary. We learn new things about nature all the time. The intricate balances, the unexpected connections. Our natural world is a thing of wonder. We think we know so much but how much do we really know?

Dirt is an anti-depressant

Well of sorts. Specifically mycobacterium vaccae. Just rolls right off the tongue doesn't it. ;) However inhaling, ingesting and handling this little bacteria has been shown to promote the release of seratonin and dopamine. It was discovered by accident by Dr Mary O'Brien when she gave it to cancer patients. Additional studies and tests have been performed showing the real benefits of this little bacteria.

We already knew that microbes in the soil contribute to the nutritional value of food and that being out in the sunshine, listening to birds chirp and watching an earthworm wriggle help quiet the mind. What we now know is that we have more than peace and quiet to thank.

When gardeners talk about their time digging and planting in terms of stress relief, the soil-serotonin connection becomes clear. We all just need to get out more, since merely walking through the woods, crunching on compacted leaves and breathing deeply was found to have similar effects. The research is in, and it shows inhaling soil organisms — even if not actively touching them — alters brain chemistry.

Natural Anti-depressants soil

Mycobacterium vaccae (M. vaccae) in dirt and soil naturally activate the release of serotonin and dopamine in the brain. Together, these neurotransmitters send chemical messages to the brain: dopamine affects your emotions via sensations of pleasure and pain, while serotonin regulates our mood, social behavior, libido, memory and sleep.

When gardening, these microorganisms absorb into your skin and are inhaled with each breath. Upon entering your bloodstream and respiratory system, they quickly get to work – boosting your mood and subsiding your pain.


I played in the dirt this morning. I'm in a good mood. :cool:
 
How Trees Talk To Each Other

Secret Life of Trees

So apparently there is a "mycorrhizal network" made of fungus and roots going all throughout the soil in the forest floor. It connects all of the trees and they share everything from nutrients to chemical resistance to bugs. Fascinating stuff.

http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/.e/interactive/html5-video-media/2017/02/01/Trees_and_fungis_1100.jpg

The fungi and the trees are in a mutually beneficial relationship: the fungi cannot photosynthesize, as they have no access to light and no chlorophyll. So they get a type of sugar produced in photosynthesis and carbon from the trees.

In return for sugar and carbon, fungi release nutrients such as phosphorous and nitrogen, as well as water, to the trees. It's a win-win. furthermore, the fungi will connect one tree to another through their network, which allows them to defend themselves more effectively.

Trees that get attacked by bugs, for instance, release chemical signals into the fungi. Neighboring trees pick up these signals and increase their own resistance to the threat. Simard presents this as "tree-to-tree" communication.

The older trees "Hub Trees" or "Mother Trees" even share their resources - carbon - to the younger trees giving the younger trees a better chance at survival. She used the term "super cooperators" for the Mother Trees. I rather liked that idea. Takes a bit of a bite out of the "law of the jungle" so to speak.

Simard, who worked as a forester in the past, thinks we should change our view of forests accordingly: "We look at them as a bunch of trees competing with each other and forestry practices are all built on that premise."

Come to find out they're not only not competing, but they are actually cooperating and actively sharing resources with each other for mutual survival.


I :heart: trees.
 
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a pessimist might say that all mental health issues could be cured with about 6 ft of dirt
 
Interesting.I spent about 17,000 hours playing in the dirt in a major open pit mine. My recollection might be off but I remember that period being free of depression.

On the one hand microbes would be somewhat non-existent in a lot of the strata because we were hard rock miners blasting through layers that have never been seen by humans or microbes. on the other hand we stirred up an awful lot of overburden as well so there's plenty of that in the air.

In the Phoenix area there's a very strict regulation as about stirring up dust with construction because we have a microbe in desert soil that causes a very debilitating disease called valley fever.
 
I've seen articles addressing how antiseptically clean we try to keep children nowadays. We ate apples straight of the tree, grapes straight of the vine, onions straight out of the ground and pecans fresh from the tree. That's because, in the summer, we were given a list of chores and pretty much locked out of the house until the call for supper, and you had better be within the sound to the call to supper, not because you wouldn't get it, you wouldn't, but because dad would give you a healthy taste of the belt.

We were pretty daggond healthy in the aggregate.

I used to get sick in the fall because there was nothing back then to effectively help people deal with seasonal allergies and mine were severe. Not enough dirt in the world to cure that.
 
Just as well there are no pessimists round here.

I use m. Fungi planting some plants. I think I notice a difference using them but I don't know if it's wishful thinking :).

I know I feel better when gardening, I think it's also the gentle activity and the stimulation of senses and the fresh air and sunlight. I like getting dirty and don't mind getting scratched and stung and stuff.

My garden is not traditionally well maintained and I like that too. I prefer a bit of a tangle.

I also love trees :). The last few years I have in particular been on. Broadleaf evergreen kick. But I fall in love with others too easily. If I could I'd have an aboretum. :)

I love arboretums. Where I grew up there was one inside of the city. Serious acreage. I spent uncountable hours hiking those trails in my youth. I can still remember the scent. :)

I like to garden. I was in there this morning getting my fingers dirty. I do wear gloves if I am spreading mulch because of the splinters, but other than that I prefer the tactile feel of putting hands in the soil. And if I need to clean them off, I just wipe them on the grass. Does wonders.

I've never used a fungi when planting. I usually sprinkle on fertilizer or put compost in the hole. I did try a mushroom mulch ones... won't do that again. I had mushrooms popping out all over the place. :eek: :D
 
Interesting.I spent about 17,000 hours playing in the dirt in a major open pit mine. My recollection might be off but I remember that period being free of depression.

On the one hand microbes would be somewhat non-existent in a lot of the strata because we were hard rock miners blasting through layers that have never been seen by humans or microbes. on the other hand we stirred up an awful lot of overburden as well so there's plenty of that in the air.

In the Phoenix area there's a very strict regulation as about stirring up dust with construction because we have a microbe in desert soil that causes a very debilitating disease called valley fever.

I am betting there is most certainly a connection. Even at some of the worst times in my life, if I had the ability to play in the dirt in my garden it wasn't as bad.

Coccidioides immitis - another one of these names that just rolls right off the tongue. :rolleyes: Had to look it up. It is truly awe inspiring just how much the little things can matter. Whether it is in the case of helping... or hurting.


I've seen articles addressing how antiseptically clean we try to keep children nowadays. We ate apples straight of the tree, grapes straight of the vine, onions straight out of the ground and pecans fresh from the tree. That's because, in the summer, we were given a list of chores and pretty much locked out of the house until the call for supper, and you had better be within the sound to the call to supper, not because you wouldn't get it, you wouldn't, but because dad would give you a healthy taste of the belt.

We were pretty daggond healthy in the aggregate.

I used to get sick in the fall because there was nothing back then to effectively help people deal with seasonal allergies and mine were severe. Not enough dirt in the world to cure that.

I completely agree. We sanitize to the point of absurdity. I've heard speculation from the scientific community that now a lot of the allergies people are experiencing may be from lack of exposure. Peanuts for one. I thought that was pretty interesting.
 
I think mushroom compost is a bonus; free mushrooms, if not usually very exciting ones!

The fungi comes dried in a plastic tub. It's not cheap but if it gives things a help especially when plants are not cheap or have been rescued I am willing to use it. We use manure a lot, which is imo not bettered but does mean we weed constantly as it is not weed seed free like commercial fertiliser and mulch, but it's free to us, and we know what has gone in it and can add to it for short fall of requirements. The better you take care of manure heaps the fewer weed seeds survive, but the top will always harbour some.

We also home make compost, I still find this process ridiculously exciting. To get compost so quickly from waste.

I just don't know enough about mushrooms to trust something like that. Especially with all the stories in the news when I was growing up about people eating the wrong mushrooms. That's not something I mess around with.

I'll use manure to amend the soil. I just buy the stuff available at Home Depot. I tried my hand at making compost once. That's another time I got seedlings. Tomato that time. :D I had tomato starts popping up everywhere I used it. It was hilarious. And I don't like tomatoes. Hahaha!
 
What seemed to me the cleanest air I've ever breathed was in the redwood forest of California. Standing among the trees, it felt as though my lungs opened up in a way they never had, that I could take in great gulps of air. I'll never forget that feeling.
 
What seemed to me the cleanest air I've ever breathed was in the redwood forest of California. Standing among the trees, it felt as though my lungs opened up in a way they never had, that I could take in great gulps of air. I'll never forget that feeling.

I was raised in the midst of an evergreen rain forest. I completely understand. The air... is more airy. Ha. That makes no sense for what I mean. It is a higher quality of air - better smelling, cleaner, more pure. There is more air to the air. :cool:
 
Denny

Or if you're in China, a nice hot fire and an urn.
:)
You spelled urine wrong. While sitting around a campfire while others pee on you is healthy and relaxing acording to an old Chinese legends.

We spent much of our free time camping in the woods and mountains. We always came home feeling great. Whether walking on a white sandy beach, through muck and mud, or over rocky trails, the fresh air and sounds of critters and wind in the trees was better than a visit to the doctor. Doing it nude doubled the health benefits.
 
Denny

I was raised in the midst of an evergreen rain forest. I completely understand. The air... is more airy. Ha. That makes no sense for what I mean. It is a higher quality of air - better smelling, cleaner, more pure. There is more air to the air. :cool:
I understand perfectly. For 23 years we lived in a heavily wooded area with an 80 acre pine forest across the road. We have less trees now back in the midwest yet a row of pine trees some 50' tall boarder one side of our property and a small wooded patch is out back separating a corn field.
We went from deep in Florida's natural woodlands and manmade pine forests to a smaller midwest version of the same. Just sitting out under the patio and breathing makes us feel better.
Haven't tried sitting there not breathing. But I'm sure that time is not far off.
 
The rabbits seem happy enough while digging in my flower beds. Me, when I find what they've done ... not so much.
 
Dollie

There aren't enough trees where I live. I hate it. I have planted a few but it's not enough.

When we came here I said I was never moving ever. Now it's a possibility in the future we might. I am only moving somewhere there are more trees. its my sticking point. More trees and prefereably fresh swimming water.
When hubby retired and we moved to Florida we hung a sign "JOURNYS END. It wasn't much but five acres on a little used dead end road with trees and woods everywhere. We watched that pine forest grow from tiny saplings to tall trees. They grow them there as crops to become toilet paper and many other things. We were amazed this pine forest is still there. Sadly we aren't. We could walk to the famous Suwannee River and drive to some of the world's largest springs to swim. It is the real Florida basically untouched except homes where the government does not own.
But sometimes things don't always go as planned. Actually we never planned to adopt and settle down. We wanted to retire and travel in an RV. Here we are back home in the midwest. We brought the sign, the dinner bell, hubby's big old traffic lite and other things. Its just fine here. But not what we dreamed.
There were spring fed gravel pit lakes and rivers we used to skinny dip in. We're too old and those places are fenced in. But we did go home again on Memory Lane.

The rabbits seem happy enough while digging in my flower beds. Me, when I find what they've done ... not so much.
We have wild rabbits too. We love watching them eat our clover filled lawn. We miss the critters in Florida, not so much those darn armadilos, fire ants, and wild boars.
 
You spelled urine wrong. While sitting around a campfire while others pee on you is healthy and relaxing acording to an old Chinese legends.

We spent much of our free time camping in the woods and mountains. We always came home feeling great. Whether walking on a white sandy beach, through muck and mud, or over rocky trails, the fresh air and sounds of critters and wind in the trees was better than a visit to the doctor. Doing it nude doubled the health benefits.

Well just make sure the urine doesn't (or maybe does?) hit the urn. ;) No clean up on aisle 12 please.

See... win win. :D

I understand perfectly. For 23 years we lived in a heavily wooded area with an 80 acre pine forest across the road. We have less trees now back in the midwest yet a row of pine trees some 50' tall boarder one side of our property and a small wooded patch is out back separating a corn field.
We went from deep in Florida's natural woodlands and manmade pine forests to a smaller midwest version of the same. Just sitting out under the patio and breathing makes us feel better.
Haven't tried sitting there not breathing. But I'm sure that time is not far off.

There's just nothing quite like the smell of forest.

For the not breathing... see the urine-y urn. :eek:

The rabbits seem happy enough while digging in my flower beds. Me, when I find what they've done ... not so much.

Hossefeffer!


Do the chipmunks know how much my dog wants to eat them?

No. But if they did, they would be planning a preventative strike so it's just as well really.
 
I have the trees book, but haven't read it yet.

One of the things I find interesting is how difficult it is to incorporate something like cooperative behavior in trees into our usual paradigm. The implications are fascinating and far-reaching.
 
How many of us did Ma kill off while we were trying to figure out which plants and other things were safe to eat and which weren't?
 
I have the trees book, but haven't read it yet.

One of the things I find interesting is how difficult it is to incorporate something like cooperative behavior in trees into our usual paradigm. The implications are fascinating and far-reaching.

I think like all things of this nature that it slowly absorbs into our collective knowledge. We desperately need a shift in paradigm though. Especially if we wish to quit inflicting these preventable wounds.

How many of us did Ma kill off while we were trying to figure out which plants and other things were safe to eat and which weren't?

Not enough or just the right amount depending on how you look at it. Not enough because we have freakin' 7.5 billion people on this planet Think about reproduction and exponents. Just the right amount because we pretty much have the poison plant database down.

The Earth. Our mother, home and provider.

Yes. :rose:
 
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