“What are you doing next?” said my husband.
“Why?” I asked, somewhat warily. I’ve been caught out by this question before. You never know what a farmer might suggest.
“It’s time you had some fresh air,” he replied firmly. “Come and help me shovel the cowpats.”
So I put down my pen and went to help him pick up poop.
It’s not as bad as it sounds.
You see, last week we sold our 15 cows and calves. They had to go — we’re so dry that there wasn’t enough grass to feed them any more.
I was sad to see them leave. After all, the cows were the main source of beautiful free fertilizer for my tunnel house gardens.
So, really, I was delighted to go pick up poop.
And it really isn’t as bad as it sounds. Now there’s a lovely pile of weathered fertilizer conveniently located near the tunnel house door.
It doesn’t smell. It’s well past that stage. My plants will be pleased.
So am I.
