A few days ago,
before Thursday’s snow, when the weather was unseasonably warm - similar to an
Indian Summer in the fall, only it is mid- January (What would this warm
weather be called in January?); my friend Ann needed one of our farm products…not
eggs, not beef, not lamb but MANURE!Ann was in the midst of working in her raised beds in preparation for the upcoming spring planting. Manure was essential. And, we had a huge pile of the well-seasoned stuff just waiting to be spread on the fields at ‘55’. I had offered Ann the manure when she said she needed to amend her soil. There is nothing better than natural, organic, easy to obtain and pretty much free cow manure.
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| Jack |
Ann arrived with her
husband and her Dad, who is visiting, to get a trunkful of the dark, aged manure. Jack, the family’s Golden Retriever, got the
honor of presiding over the pile on the return trip home.
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| "Boy, do I smell something good!" |
I saw Ann the next
day and, as I anticipated, she had spread the entire truckload over her beds. Ann is not one to put off a job to tomorrow
when it can be done now.
Me…I am still in the
process of putting away my Christmas decorations. Spreading manure in my garden…check back with
me in April, or even May.
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| Ann and her Dad talking to Becky. |
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| Ann with her husband, Steve...better know as "Rockbridge Gothic". |
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