As we peeled ourselves away from the warmth of our bed dreading the supposed cold on the outside, I wondered how this day would turn out to be. After a quick search online a few days ago, I found a local horse-keeper who was more than happy to offload her shit on us~literally! Encouraged to bring no supplies but our bare hands, we went armed only with our little red car ready to take on the challenge.
Being covered all winter while supplying us with a healthy crop of spinach and beets, our beds were ready for a much needed boost in preparation for the season about to befall them. Greeted with temperatures upwards of 67 degrees, we headed to the bounty of poop patiently awaiting us, taking in the beautiful scenery of our region’s farm lands along the way.
On arrival we were greeted by three of the most beautiful horses I had ever seen….
And their beautiful owner, Julie, who welcomed us to her ranch with open arms. Julie raises here babies with love, feeding them a wholesome diet of local hay, straw and some mixed grains.
After a little horse~play, it was off to work.
This excursion brought back childhood memories of going to the fields to collect cow manure for our potted plants. But as Julie and I concurred, fresh horse poop is far less smelly than that of cows’. And for all you curious minds out there, the answer is no, the poop was not one bit stinky. Rather, as a result of it curing through the winter, it was quite dry and smelled no different than regular soil.
Though we hauled away about eighteen bags of poop that day, my gut tells me that we will no doubt be back before the end of spring to accommodate the growing size of this year’s garden.