Peat Moss

  • (noun): Any of various pale or ashy mosses of the genus Sphagnum whose decomposed remains form peat.
    Synonyms: sphagnum, sphagnum moss, bog moss

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Sand-based Athletic Fields - Construction
... Peat moss is the most common root zone amendment used, but other inorganic amendments can also be used ... Peat moss is used because it increases water and nutrient holding capacity and decreases bulk density ... The most common ratio of sand to peat moss is 82 ...
Sphagnum
... genus of between 151 and 350 species of mosses commonly called sphagnum, or peat moss, due to its prevalence in wet habitats where it contributes to the formation of peat bogs and mires ... Hence, as sphagnum moss grows, it can slowly spread into drier conditions, forming larger peatlands, both raised bogs and blanket bogs ... These peat accumulations then provide habitat for a wide array of peatland plants, including sedges and ericaceous shrubs, as well as orchids and carnivorous plants ...
Sphagnum - Uses
... Decayed, compacted sphagnum moss has the name of peat or peat moss ... A distinction is sometimes made between sphagnum moss, the live moss growing on top of a peat bog, and 'sphagnum peat moss' (North American usage) or 'sphagnum peat' (British usage), the latter being ... Dried sphagnum moss is also used in northern Arctic regions as an insulating material ...
Likely, California - History
... The Likely Peat Moss Company, Radel Inc ... operated in Likely until 1987 when the non-renewing supply of high quality hypnum peat moss in nearby Jess Valley was depleted ... The peat moss was strip-mined from the floor of Jess Valley and trucked 13 miles to Likely on the winding canyon road paralleling South Fork Pit River between Likely and Ivy, California ...

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