Yesterday I asked Hubby to help me figure out how much total square footage I have in my gardens. Why? The instructions on the fertilizers I plan on turning into the soil this Fall, direct me to put a certain amount in the soil per 100 square feet.
Hubby’s eyes came to life after I asked him for help. Out he whipped an old envelope that had been thrown out.
He began. And as he did, my eyes crossed and my brain cramped. Pretending that I understood both what he was saying and drawing, I watched as before me a calculator appeared and more figuring and doodling were added to that envelope.
Finally, he determined how much fertilizer to apply per plant a certain size. I thanked him, and in walking away, decided I’m going back to my system. I’m eye-balling the amount of fertilizer I’m putting in. And that’s that. Besides the amount I had planned on putting in the soil was pretty darn close to the amount Hubby derived at after 15 minutes of mind bending math.
Don’t get me wrong. I used to be extremely good in Math. But, when you don’t use that part of your brain, it gets mushy. That and Hubby tends to get to point A by first going to Point M, zigging and zagging to multiple points leading to Point A, until eventually he arrives at Point A. In other words, the long way. I like short-cuts. So I take them.
Photography/ “Math Help”/ Aug. 2019©AmyRose Photography