Tuesday, 20 January 2009

The power of poo

All the boys decided to accompany me to the allotment on Sunday. Inexorably drawn by the power of poo.
"What are you going to do Mum?" was the question when I asked if anyone wanted to come with me. "Spread manure", was my reply.
"That's poo" explained oldest. Then they fell like dominoes. "I'll come", "I want to".
So we spread muck, dug for worms, filled some more of the bean trench with compost and youngest dug an enormous hole in my seedbed. I couldn't be cross though, it was a great effort.

OH conspired to tread on the rhubarb which had just poked it's head above the parapet - I'm hoping it will recover. It has as they say two chances - and luckily more than one shoot.

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