Hoarder

You might think we have more compost than we want... but my husband would beg to differ.  That guy is a compost hoarder.  It's like he sheds a tear with each bag I "rehome" (sell) and at least once a week reminds me that we need some for ourselves too.

Of course, I make sure we have enough for our purposes. I'm in charge of grocery shopping, stocking the fridge and freezer, the grain and hay in the barn, and... compost inventory.  It's a natural add on.

And, Mr. Manure Connoisseur got to spend a little quality time with his portion of compost yesterday.  We had a couple of covered windrows that needed to be moved a little.  So Mini Manure Connoisseur (my adorable son) and Mr. Manure Connoisseur got some seat time in on the tractor and moved a couple of precious windrows. 

By the way, the piles were moved because we are removing all the trees in that area to make another grass paddock.  Tree work starts this week.  Less trees, more sun, that's good for grass, for the horses, for the compost.  This all makes me happy.

Ohhhh, compost.  It looks all pretty and molded because we just took the cover off:

Messing up that windrow.