Spring!  It’s coming – I can feel it. 

A few warm days, robins pecking at the dirt, birds singing in the morning and the tips of my crocus poking through the dirt are all the proof that I need that it’s just around the corner.  Spring…….when my fancy turns to

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horse puckey.

Yep – manure. Poop. Crap. Droppings. Excrement.  Call it whatever you want.  It’s GOLD to me – and I’m in need.

Horse poop. Or cow poop. Or sheep poop. Or chicken poop. I’ll take it.  Heck, I’ve been known to take guinea pig poop from my neighbor.  I am the queen of the poop!  I NEED poop.  Well – fine, if you want to be technical about it all – my garden needs it.

My compost has been sitting – a frozen berg of rotting leaves, grass clippings, veggie peels, egg shells and the like for months. It’s time to wake it up.  A good hack and slash, poke and turn, a bucket (or 3) full of manure and we are back in business.

Time to get thee to the grocery store – buy some carrots for the horses – and pick up some poop!