Kristen said I have to blog about this (before I forget). In anticipation of the rain that we’re "supposed" to get tonight, I bought some peat for the garden and decided to move the 55 gallon drum that still had chicken litter in it. Kristen & I had removed half of the poo during the thaw back in Feb., but the rest was frozen solid. How to move the heavy drum when you are a weakish woman & a 9 year old girl. We wrestled garden pavers under the drum until it was the height of the kids wagon (those rubbermaid wagons make very handy farm tools) and then tipped and spun it into place. We moved the wagon over to the garden and decided to tip it on its side on the wagon and roll it along. We got the drum on the side and promptly tipped over the wagon! But that was a great way to put it back together & tip it back up. We raked the stinky, wet mess onto the newly tilled sod for the garden & then raked it thin to share the bounty. Chicken poo isn’t quite what my Dad means when he talks about "spreadin’ honey", but you get my drift. It smells very farmy in the backyard right now! Kristen asked what I would have done if she hadn’t been here to help & I told her I’d wait for Joel, but then he couldn’t crow about his "resourceful woman".
Something tells me this resourceful woman is going to be in trouble at the gym tomorrow. At least there’s a hot tub.
And that’s what else is happening on the homestead.