We’re working on constructing a new garden. It’s the berry bed. My plan is to put all the (I bet you can’t guess!) berries in this one garden, and then we (i.e., Andy) can build a little cage around it with pvc pipes and netting to keep the birds out. I may also put asparagus in there because of its perennial ways.

The garden started a few months ago when we bought some ginormous locust beams from craigslist. They became the border of the garden. And that was where it stopped (except for the four foot tall weeds that kept growing). Finally, when my folks were here a couple weeks back, Andy hacked down the weeds. He and my dad drove the twisty, hilly, backroads (aka everywhere around here) and got two loads of free horse poop. YUMMMMMM!

Of course I can never get enough horse poop or compost or soil or straw or leaves, so when a person nearby advertised MORE (composted!!) horse poop, we couldn’t pass it up. Last night after picking up Anya, we went and got another truck load. To explain our detour (Anya is very big on telling us if we go the wrong way) we mentioned we were going to get horse poo. Anya thought this was really awesome and kept saying, “Poop! Poop! Poop!” What are we going to get? “POOP!” What is the tractor putting in the truck? “POOP!” What is your favorite color? “POOOOOP!”

This afternoon we went out to the berry garden to spread stuff around. “Poop!” Anya brought her kid-sized garden tools down, but mostly she sat in the poo and dug around and picked up big “rocks” to show me. My little poo baby! She had poo under her nails and in her socks and mixed with the snot running down her nose. When we came back to the house, she took off her shoes and clothes and the poo dust fell all over the floor like giant, brown dandruff. It was almost magical.