A person can’t possibly garden without dirt – good dirt. I guess some would say “soil.”
I like the word “dirt.”
I can say it with an accent. A queenish accent. Or a Texan Drawl accent. Or my German accent. It is just a fun word to me – I know, strange, why are reading my blog?
We went to our Recycle Center and bought compost. 2 cubic yards! That is a lot of compost!
Then we searched high and low for topsoil. Our local gardening centers didn’t carry enough for our raised beds.
My hubby finally found a man way out in Timbuktu. We took our trusty trailer and the man filled it to the rim and our tires were about to explode.
The owner of the topsoil saw how many kids we had and I think he felt sorry for us. He only charged us $20 for about 3 cubic yards. That was so much cheaper than anywhere else – we felt like God had blessed us.
He even let my kids play with his cattle. However, they were not in the playing kind of MOOd. Get it? MOOd? Okay, I need to get to sleep.