Start Spreading Manure

What’s in that, anyway, I asked.

Chris

You mean what kinds? said Chris, who was busy shoveling a big brown pile of composted manure into 50 lb. bags for us to drive home. Oh, he said. Cattle. Chicken. Pig. And other stuff too. Innards.

He told me he once found a jawbone in the compost.

Last year our garden at the Cabin was, truth be told, kind of weeny. Sallow tomatos hung off spindly vines. This will be the macha season of vegetables, helped along by plenty of fertilizer and more diligent weeding. I’m determined.

Hemlock Hill Farm  stocks seasoned manure as well as lots of other fortifying things. A variety of eggs, chicken, duck, quail and goose.

goose eggs

Fresh chickens (the bird we brought home today for dinner was running around yesterday). Johnny Jump Ups, with their little lion faces. “There’s pansies, that’s for thoughts,” said Ophelia. In her day, pansies were wild and small, and sometimes known as heart’s ease or love-in-idleness.

johnny jump ups

The farm, on 120 acres in Cortlandt Manor, New York, has been owned by the De Maria family since 1939. There is a beautiful hillside to its south, near a spa of sorts for its chickens, which recline on clean straw underneath a shady quonset. It’s good to have an organic farm you can trust in your neighborhood.

Hemlock Farm

We visited the pigs.

Pig Snout

I’ll admit to mixed emotions, seeing the spring piglets scamper up to the fence, knowing that we have a pig roast planned in our near future. They’re such magnificent animals. Didn’t one of them write Animal Farm?

Wary Pig

Our 300 pounds of Hemlock manure laid the foundation for this year’s vegetable patch. A garden store near us, Sprainbrook Nursery,  has fallen on hard times, but the owner, Al Krautter, is making a go of it despite financial strictures, sending an inspiring e-newsletter and cultivating  a variety of spring plants when he could not afford water or heat in the greenhouses all winter. Krautter is the guru of organic fertilizer. We were advised.

Peat moss, which Gil cut open with his father Acton’s deer hoof knife.

Deer Knife

Not only peat moss, but lime and bone meal and Plant-Tone went into our E-Z Bake topsoil, plus a vinegary smelling mineral rock dust, plus decomposed lobster, plus some stuff they import from Maine that has a mixture of decayed blueberry, mussels and salmon mixed with sphagnum peat. Work it in or cook with it? Whatever you do, be sure you wear gloves.

We toiled all afternoon (Gil sweating hard over the rototill, me somewhat less so over the windowboxes).

Taking a break only to examine the still-uncomposted bones in our garden soil.

bones

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8 responses to “Start Spreading Manure

  1. I think I have one! Just never knew it.

  2. ANN HOFFER

    Though it seems that there’s some disagreement about what to call the forks, generally a pitchfork (or HAYFORK) has three tines (for moving bales or partial bales of hay or alfalfa) and a MANURE FORK has four or five tines or more … (Packed straw calf pens: four tines. Horse leavin’s: five tines.) … someone posted this on *Dave, The Farm Boy* Blog. On the other hand, Becky Mushko’s Manure Fork has TEN tines and is called a Manure and Bedding Fork. (Who knew?)

  3. Is a manure fork different from a pitchfork?

  4. Lori

    Yep, it’s definitely gardening season! Whip out your spindly little starts and sock them in the ground. Three eyes to the piece when cutting up potatoes. Soak those peas first. Lettuce grows well in cool weather. Rhubarb is sprouting and looking like a good crop.
    I can hardly wait for the spinach to be up!

  5. Hack Attack

    Start spreading manure, I’m leaking today…

  6. Nicely put. He said, ‘I like pigs.” So do I.

  7. Anonymous

    as Winston Churchill, who raised pigs, said
    “a dog will look up to you; a cat will look down on you; a pig will look you in the eye as an equal.”

  8. ANN HOFFER

    *Eau de Manure* pervades the farmlands of Lancaster County, PA, before tilling for tobacco and corn … the smell of money. Amish ladies have their ever-ready horse manure for their gorgeous flower beds. They all have good manure forks, too, a good investment, I understand.

    See Becky Mushko’s Peevish Pen:
    http://peevishpen.blogspot.com/2010/12/forking-manure.html

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