A couple of months ago I sent Michael out to buy me some cow manure at Home Depot. He came home with only 2 bags. He was really angry about something that day - I don't recall what - and I put one bag of poop in my back veggie garden, one in the flower garden, but there was none available for the side garden.
Now guess what?
My back veggie garden, adjacent to the back patio, is doing fine; a few yellow leaves but nothing too worrisome. My side garden is a sea of yellow leaves - everything is getting eaten up by aphids, much to my sadness. I've tried several things to remedy the situation, including live ladybugs, but to no avail. I hate using chemical pesticides. Nobody wants to eat pesticides.
Conclusion: poop grows food best.
My dad swore by cow manure. He and Mom grew awesome veggies all summer, at every house where they lived except the last one, in Augusta.
You can learn more fascinating facts about cow manure here.
above, my great-grandfather William Dozier Hasty and one of his prize cows
IN OTHER NEWS:
Mom is recuperating well, three weeks to the day after her fall. She's not 100% and needs to walk more, but overall she's doing well.
I had a nasty stomach virus this past weekend and it had me feeling awful for two days and semi-awful for two days. Stubborn thing. Ugh. Talked to the lady at the dog grooming place and she said "Yeah, that stomach thing is going around." [Just once in my life I'd like to hear "Ooooh, nobody else in town has THAT!"]
We are already into the yucko hot weather, highs in the 90's. This is the type weather where I don't leave the house from about noon until 7-8 p.m. if I can help it.
Pray for my uncle Don, who is having hernia surgery today. He's 85.