Alright, let’s talk about this whole “nabatiya” thing I tried a while back. Everyone was going on about it, you know? How it’s this amazing, all-natural secret. So, I thought, why not? I’ll give it a shot. I’m always up for trying stuff out myself, see if it actually works or if it’s just a load of hot air.
My Grand Nabatiya Experiment
So, I started by gathering what I thought were the right things. The instructions I found were, let’s just say, a bit vague. “A bit of this green stuff, some dried bits of that, and let it all sit.” Real precise, right? I went around the garden, collected some specific leaves people mentioned, mixed in some kitchen scraps I thought would fit the bill – apple cores, coffee grounds, the usual suspects for ‘natural’ concoctions.
Then came the mixing. I got a big old bucket, dumped everything in. Stirred it all up. It didn’t look too promising from the get-go, to be honest. Just a sludgy, green-brown mess. But hey, I was committed. I covered it up, left it in a corner of the shed, just like they said. “Let nature do its work,” they chirped. Fine, I’ll let nature do its thing.
A few days passed. Then a week. I’d go check on it. The smell started to get… interesting. Not in a good way. It wasn’t that earthy, composty smell you’d expect. No, this was something else. Something that made you want to hold your breath and back away slowly. But I thought, okay, maybe this is part of the “process.” Maybe the magic happens after the stink phase.
- First check: Smells a bit off.
- Second check: Definitely smells bad.
- Third check: Okay, this is vile.
By week two, things were looking even worse. There was this weird film on top. And the color was just… unsettling. I poked it with a stick, and the smell that wafted up nearly knocked me over. This wasn’t the miracle “nabatiya” I’d read about. This was just a bucket of stinking, rotting goo. My “practice” was turning into a biohazard.
So, what did I do with my precious nabatiya? I dug a hole in the furthest corner of the garden and buried the whole lot. Deep. I wasn’t going to put that stuff anywhere near my actual plants. No way. They probably would have just shriveled up and died on the spot out of sheer offense.
It really makes you think, doesn’t it? All these complicated “traditional” methods people swear by. Sometimes I reckon they just make things difficult for the sake of it. It’s like that time my uncle insisted on fixing his old lawnmower using only tools from a rusty box he’d had since the seventies. Spent a whole weekend cursing at it, covered in grease, only to have it sputter out after five minutes. He could’ve just bought a new part, or even a new mower, for less hassle. But no, the “old ways” are supposedly better. Sometimes, they’re just a massive pain in the backside, and you end up with nothing but a stinky bucket or a broken lawnmower. I’m sticking to what I know works from now on. This whole nabatiya adventure was enough for me.
