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maybe about 3 city blocks,  2 1/2?   from where the pile of manure is by the Rain House.   from cleaning out before putting in this winters bedding straw.   Was there through the Rain and when i dig it now,  partially decomposed,  it has the  fragrace of Soil.

Goat poop is a wonder.  comes out like peanuts.   dry little balls,  never sticky,  never an odor.  they fall out and roll.   Mix this partialy decomposed material with bought garden soil.  Large blocks of it.   to replace everything that was in a landscape pot or grow bag this time around.   What was in them is 2 growing seasons old.  That goes on the flat earth beds and will be amended with scoops of poop.   At some point purchasing garden soil will not be necessary,  but not yet.   and this time around  will mulch with scrap feed hay….Timothy.  That will change things significantly.

Seedlings come tomorrow.

it Feels     GOOD   to be devoted to this,  not just "some",  not half ass,  but quietly attentive,  steady.   mindfull.   i miss Emrie.   KinderGarden interferes.   

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  1. Marti Avatar
    Marti

    “not half ass”- yes, how it takes consistent work to create a garden, it does not happen instantly.To bring soil to its fullness, its ripeness, requires not magic but understanding, dedication, knowledge, day in and day out…How if we want our gardens to nurture us, we first must respect and learn to nurture the soil, develop its goodness and that to me, is Spirit combined with common sense.
    My dear Dad taught me this as the first lesson of getting my hands in the dirt. I can still see him when it came time to begin a new year of gardening. How he took his shovel and turned over the dirt, smiling, even humming to himself. As for the term Spirit that I used here, well my Dad had a quirky ritual that he did every time it was time to plant. After the soil was turned, before he leveled it to put seeds in, he took his bota bag and sprinkled a bit of wine into the dirt. He would get this mischievous grin, turn to me and say, “this is the holy water for my garden!”
    This post, to me, is so in sync with Margery’s post from yesterday. I am going to reference this comment on her post”
    https://trickstershoard.com/2023/04/20/old-oak-is-teaching-me/

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  2. Deb G Avatar
    Deb G

    I was moving some plants this spring and was so happy about the soil I was digging into…years of me letting the leaf mold accumulate. Such a difference from when I started. Talkie seems like a good supervisor. 🙂

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  3. Laura Avatar
    Laura

    I’m amazed by all that you know. I always enjoy your photographs.
    I hope things are/feel better/easier/new familiar. Does Puppy remain herself?
    I wish every body had poop as good as goat poop. Or deer poop.
    Talkie is a good wild child.
    I wish sometimes that I had skipped Kindergarten for mine, and spent time teaching them all that I felt was necessary and FUN at that age. How to sit still and listen to birds, or a story. How to really take care of and play with a dog. How to read out loud. How to pick out fruits and vegetables at the farmer’s market. How to cut them up carefully. How to climb the tallest slide at the park. How to fly-fish for brook trout, and gut/dissect it, and learn all its body parts. Fry it up in a pan over a campfire. How to grow flowers from seeds. How to enjoy being a family while it’s still easy. Be naked if you want. Draw on our walls, because we can always paint them over if we have to. I was pretty lax when it was ok. But I do wish I had KinderGarden back.

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  4. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    as i do, i claim your Dad as my own

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  5. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    yes….i wish i had your years…..how worlds are built into that leaf accumulate…complex worlds

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  6. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    Puppy does remain herSelf. her two “friends?” from down by the big gate are up here now that Tay isn’t. A big Yellow cat and a smaller black and white one. becoming bolder. calling out at the door sometimes…which she ignores. I used to feed her on that table outside…not in Rain season…but i guess often enough before that they feel like it might happen again? i can’t afford to feed them plus, cats hunt. Puppy does…mice, lizards, birds. Do not want multiplied hunting…so i feed her inside. So we have more time now together.
    all that you so Beauty Fully put here, these simple things, these Wonder Full things…i wish too. Jenny, my first chid is 51 years old today. i wish i’d had the wisdom for these things for her. I didn’t. and i watch how i am trying to reconcile that with how we are Here, now, 2 generations later.

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  7. Nancy Avatar
    Nancy

    Laura~ What an enchanting comment. makes me wonder what I wish I could have taught my children, my child self…?
    Thank you for your words here.

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  8. Laura Avatar
    Laura

    Wisdom. It comes to me late, it seems. Do things just become quieter, less frantic, when our little ones leave on their own. And, then I can think?
    My cat now has a life of her own, that I didn’t fathom before while our dog was still a part of our family.Her whole personality tucked into her tummy, withholding, or creating unhealthy cancers. Now, after cancer treatments, our dog dying, she is now talkative, tender, inclined to be held, brushed, cuddled. We are enjoying her now. I did not know that her aloofness was her reaction to our household.

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  9. grace Forrest Avatar
    grace Forrest

    so much here, Laura…
    her aloofness
    what cats HAVE they COULD choose otherwise, but don’t???
    and with her illness, she softened, became vulnerable, and found out that she LIKed it? Wanted it?
    this makes me think somehow of the two NO TOUCH Goats we have, Artica and Karma
    Why they do not allow touch we don’t have a clue.
    and it is interesting…they are the two we would/still could breed if we decide to…which would be by artificial insemination…but they are No Touch…would take some figuring out. but…what i know is that if it happened, if it was a done deal, they would find Life just as much ok as they do now, right?
    it is really beyond WonderFull to be able to think about these things….to really even be Aware of them, let alone live them
    What is your cat’s name?

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