Yes, that’s Peter, shoveling horsesh*t. (I particularly like the cigarette dangling from his mouth – adds an authentic redneck touch…)
Yesterday, we had 2 firsts for our life here in Oregon. We joined our first CSA – for those who don’t know, that stands for Community Supported Agriculture – individuals buy shares of a farm’s seasonal harvest, receiving a weekly goody-box of fresh-as-can-be produce, while in turn supporting the farm and sharing the risk that goes along with growing crops. We went to the farm for our first pick-up, met the owners of the farm and this season’s apprentices – all of whom were lovely and warm – and picked up our first box, including: spinach, cilantro, 2 varieties of lettuce, a big bag of mixed salad greens, radishes, scallions, broccoli, and something called garlic whistles:
I don’t know, my garlic greens have never looked like that! The flavor, however, was fantastic. And, we both agreed that we’re quite happy to know that these are the people who will be raising our food for the next few months.
In the evening, we made a visit to a lady with a horse. Or rather, a horse with some sh*t. The soil in our garden seems to be rather hit or miss, and we just weren’t making compost fast enough. So yes, we shoveled a truckload-full into the big red monster (I mean truck), and drove it home – where our landlord was properly horrified at our unloading of a pile (and I mean a BIG pile) into the yard. (Well, 1/2 of it went into the compost pile – the other half went to an undisclosed location in the “back 40,” to mature.)