That’s right, for the first time, I am pleased with my vege garden. I finished hoeing out the worst of the weeds, which, although short, were like a living carpet. To pass the time in my head, I came up with a song to the tune of The Lego Movie theme song, which went like this: “Everything is weedy! Everything is bad when the ground’s full of weeds. Everything is weedy!” And on, and on it went. What can I say? Repetitive tasks attract repetitive songs.
Once the weeds were carted away I pooped the vege garden. I had to empty the trailer of its horse pooh so it could be used for a firewood mission on the weekend, and since this was my only day off before Sunday I thought I had better get it all done at once. Wheelbarrow load by wheelbarrow load I relocated all of the poop from the trailer to the vege garden and spread it everywhere, except where I had dug in the mustard green manure. This took a while. I decided to leave it on the surface rather than digging it into the soil. That can be the worms’ job. Yes, little worms, I saw you fullas in there; time to get busy mixing!
I was still on a roll, so I found a few more planks lying around to finish my planking of the vege garden, allowing me to reach things without walking all over the soil. Then I stood back and admired my hard work. The poop dressing is a lovely dark brown, which covers the tiny weeds and makes everything look better. It has been a long haul getting the vege garden up to scratch but I finally feet proud of it and hopeful that I can actually grow some good stuff in there. ‘Tis amazing what joy some poop can bring.