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A few days ago, I resolved my manure pile issues with a neighbor.
Last year she had asked if she could take some off my pile but she phrased it in a way that ticked me off (Her quote was "you won't miss it.") So I said no - that I used every bit which was true but not kind.
Then she came over and took some anyway - she forgot her manure fork in the pile. So I told her that I would be happy to bring some over but please don't take anymore off my property. She said no and there we left it.
But I met her accidently in her driveway and she said she was putting in some raised beds and took me over to look at them. Really lovely- we discussed how to lighten soil and stuff. I asked her again if she wanted me to bring some horse poops over and this time she said yes.
So I have been rolling some over and adding to a pile at her place for about a week. I can't say how much better it makes me feel.
The whole thing was a tempest in a teapot and had little to do with the manure and lots to do with hurt feelings.
As fellow gardeners, I should have been less easily offended. Heck if you can't share manure, what can you share.
Last year she had asked if she could take some off my pile but she phrased it in a way that ticked me off (Her quote was "you won't miss it.") So I said no - that I used every bit which was true but not kind.
Then she came over and took some anyway - she forgot her manure fork in the pile. So I told her that I would be happy to bring some over but please don't take anymore off my property. She said no and there we left it.
But I met her accidently in her driveway and she said she was putting in some raised beds and took me over to look at them. Really lovely- we discussed how to lighten soil and stuff. I asked her again if she wanted me to bring some horse poops over and this time she said yes.
So I have been rolling some over and adding to a pile at her place for about a week. I can't say how much better it makes me feel.
The whole thing was a tempest in a teapot and had little to do with the manure and lots to do with hurt feelings.
As fellow gardeners, I should have been less easily offended. Heck if you can't share manure, what can you share.