Undercover, content, here is Pooville West, then East.
Twenty truckloads have been loaded, disbursed and spread. If I can summon up the energy, I'll gradually cover the aged manure with mulch. First, I must squirrel away more firewood for winter and stretch plastic over the greenhouse. Then we'll begin to discover what we can grow this time of year.
"Do you still have plans for a pile of droppings on the West side of the greenhouse?" asks Virginia.
Can't hurt, except my back. It would have been nice to install it before the plastic.
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