It’s part of our landscape now, I call it Manure Mountain, and I never thought for most of my life that I would have a mountain of manure in my back yard.

It’s good stuff, and we give a lot of it away to our friends who have gardens,  donkey manure makes wonderful fertilizer. Some of it will go to Pompanuck Farm, some to friends in Cambridge and Vermont.

We’ll scatter some of it over our own gardens.

As for the rest, we’ll ask Vince Vecchione to come by with his tractor one morning and scatter the manure over our own pastures, they could use some  refreshing also.

This mountain seems bigger this year than most, although I can’t quite figure out why. Maria thinks there is snow and ice buried in there, I guess we’ll find out soon. Bud likes to climb Manure Mountain, and if no one is looking, to eat some.

I love our landscape, it is never the same for long.