Living the Good Life

Buried in my garden….. a quarter of a century ago!

One positive side to the prolonged dry spell we are having – for gardeners anyway – is that a lot of weeds are dying off. The temperature was a little cooler earlier today so I took the opportunity to do some clearing on an area I am going to make into a flower bed. As the weeds are so dry and largely dead there wasn’t any digging involved, just a bit of pulling. As I merrily pulled up handfuls of dead ground elder (the bane of my gardening life) and was delighted to see roots coming up along with it, I spied something red in the soil.

Brylcreem plastic rubbish
Part of a jar of Brylcreem

It was part of a jar of Brylcreem. We are living in this house for 15 years and none of us use Brylcreem. Apologies if I’m wrong in what I’m about to say but I’ve always thought of Brylcreem as a product for men. As far as I know, the last man to live in this house before my husband died about 25 years ago. So assuming that Brylcreem jar was his (and it might well not have been), that has probably been buried for at least 25 years. Yet with no cleaning I was able to identify it straight away, its a little faded but still very obvious what it is.

Apart from the idea of burying your household rubbish in your garden, this really illustrates how plastics do not biodegrade. They do not break down. I’ve no idea where the rest of that jar is, maybe I’ll find it in another ten years. I do wonder as well what having plastics buried in our garden is doing to the soil. I’m trying to reduce the amount of plastic we buy and use in this house. When I find something like this, it underlines why I’m doing that.