In the weeks leading up to the wind and the rain that temporarily halted all but the hardiest of local gardeners’ efforts, it was a real who’s who of garden contributors around my house.
Mind you, I was the only one running the shovel and the wheelbarrow, but everyone played a part.
For those interspersed warm spring days are the times when I fling open coop, cage and pen doors, and scoop and scoop and scoop.
Oreo and her two suitemates did their part to fuel the compost pile.
Jacque and her fellow hens gave and gave and gave.
Miss Fancy and her mother, Little Bit, went above and beyond.
After weeks of scooping, shoveling and rototilling, I have a fertilized, loamy blank slate.
Now it’s up to the garden gnomes to stand guard against pests.