Saturday, January 13, 2007

Black gold

The s.o. has brought the first of many truckloads of dark, crumbly, well-rotted horse manure from our neighbors across the street. It's time to start preparing the spring garden!

I see this manure as being vastly superior to last year's manure, not only because of its proximity, but also because we know the farmer. We know there's nothing weird lurking in our fertilizer because our neighbor is a self-described Tree Hugger and doesn't apply any unnecessary chemicals to her land or to her cows and horses. That's really a great feeling.

So this weekend I will mostly be found with a shovel in my hand...