When the Jeep broke down – Okay, Zelda, when a packrat wounded the Jeep – the horseshit started to pile up. What with one thing or another, including a foot of snow and a big cold snap, I haven’t yet hit my stride in getting it back under control. So I took the opportunity of this lovely morning to load a few tons of equine excrement from here…
…and then unload it here. By my precise calculations, Ian has enough mulch and fertilizer to maintain a plantation of new fruit trees until roughly the 24th century.
But we need to get it while the getting’s good, because I now have official word that it’s coming to an end. Back in May J&H started talking about moving (temporarily, one hoped) east for various personal reasons that are nobody’s business. Then it all sort of went away. But now it’s official, they’re going to do that, and of course they’re taking the animals with them. J insists he’ll be back. I’m going to stay in their employ in a truncated fashion as caretaker, but the endless stream of free horse manure is coming to a whoa. Makes me sad – I like those guys. Plus they’ve been the most reliable and important part of my income stream for the past five years, which also has an impact on my opinion of the matter I must confess.
Dang…
We all need to pay attention to that Donate button until you get something else going.
Like fruit trees. Put the horse manure in a shallow basin you dig out, add some native “dirt” and mix well, add fruit trees, and tend them with a smile for a few years. Then sell the fruit, either on street corners (photos please), in front of the dollar store, or by mail order (maybe not, that would be sending agricultural products across state lines). The eco-tourists you are going to host will really appreciate fresh fruit. FOMCL
Wounded the Jeep????? pfffftttt Rats and mice chewed the wiring to shreds. Made the Jeep into an inoperable paperweight. Enjoyed it, came back for more. Enjoyed your benevolent tolerance of the many hundreds of dollars of damage they did. And lived to tell about it. Hopefully not for long.
Another door will open and caretaker’s not a bad gig.
Nothing good ever comes from moving east.