While some people save there pennies for Reno or Cancun, or shopping in the Big Apple, I have found a pleasure of my very own, right smack dab in the center of Michell Excavating.
So predictable, I know... but thrilled nonetheless to stand amongst mounds of soil, heaps of life-giving loam. Sigh.
I honestly cannot convey how excited I was to pick up a couple yards of dirt today. I mean, the reality of shoveling it into the driveway and then hauling it wheel barrow by wheel barrow across the yard into the beds should have stifled my enthusiasm. Yet there I was jumping up and down with excitement, Matteus looking on with half-amused bewilderment.
He was even more mystified by my gasps of delight as we dumped the compost into the beds:
LOOK AT THAT WORM!
holy SMOKES that soil is rich!
SMELL that stuff! That is jam PACKED with nutrients!!
One layer of compost, followed by Premium soil and topped off with some chicken manure for good measure and I was ready to plant my long awaited plants and seeds (tomatoes galore! carrots, lettuce like its going out of style, spaghetti squash--I will convert even the most skeptic person that this is an ingenious alternative to pasta!-- zucchini, sunflowers...)
The only thing left to do now is... well, wait... which is a skill I have yet to master...
(Matteus working out the soil test kit:)