Kickin' back, musing, observing, and gathering inspiration from the hills of East Tennessee.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
My husband gathered last year's manure from the local farmer's pasture and we piled it in the garden in the corner inside a tarp. Today my husband decided to take it out and lay it around between the rows and we are amazed at the number of earthworms in the manure! He said they were dripping off of his shovel when he shoveled the manure up. He should have had me take a picture of that, but I went down later and got a few of the worms inside bits of manure. This would only be exciting for gardeners, I realize!
Rabbits cookin' coffee -- that's what the locals call it. But here in this little hollow in East Tennessee, when the hills surrender their misty hostage to reveal the stalwart cedars growing by the stream in our pasture, I know there is no place on earth I would rather be. The welcome mat is out! Come and sit on the porch and chat with me awhile!