Building a hoophouse, Phase 6: getting down and dirty!
I’m a little befuzzled on what to sub-title this post. So many ideas. It could be simply “Manure!” or I could be less crude and call it “Preparing the Soil” or treat it with a bit of vagueness and subtitle it “Almost There!”(Almost where, exactly, Amy?)
Of course, all along I’ve thought that “It Takes a Village to Build A Hoophouse” would be particularly apt to use as a title. I feel so indebted (because I am indebted) to so many people at this point, in this hoophouse-building project. My good husband, Bryan, and my amazing “180-watt” son, Timothy, who both have plenty of other projects that they could be immersed in, if they weren’t being so kind to me. Really, now. Timothy will work for pie. Bryan will work for . . . well, never mind. He likes pie, too.
How sweet is that?
My brother Matt and my brother-in-law Dave, my awesome dad, who have all pitched in countless hours on hole-digging and post-setting and lots of other jobs, and daughter Amalia who has cooked for the building crew more than once, and my mom who kept the dogs out of our way more than once, and brought out food, too, and kept the crew well-hydrated, as well. And now I need to add to my ever-growing list Neil and Donna, my dad’s coffee shop friends and arguably The Nicest People Anywhere. (Ask anybody.)
When Neil heard about our ambitious project, he immediately offered to donate a load of well-aged cow manure (also known as “black gold” around here) to the cause.
So here’s how it all went . . . down, baby.
Neil met us at his farm and he got his big tractor with the loader out. After the past few days, I’m certainly developing an appreciation for a tractor with a loader, I’m telling you! Here he comes . . .
It doesn’t take long to fill our little trailer with well-aged manure. Not with this big-boy loader . . .
Now for the fun part:
Upsy-daisy! Right into the trailer!
I think Neil just turned 80, and he still keeps a farm going. This amazes me. It impresses me and it inspires me.
I hope I can be this strong and this generous and this active and this . . . this . . . still using a tractor WITH A LOADER when I’m 80 years old.
Someday I’m going to write a post about getting older and how much I admire people who get sweeter and more giving and more active and more everything positive as they get older. I think it’s a wonderful thing.
I definitely don’t want to be a cranky, self-absorbed, sedentary, meddlesome old lady. I mean, in the far—distant–future.
Perhaps owning a tractor with the loader is key
and I do hope my good husband is reading this (insert dimpled grin). No question about it, he’d prefer me to be a happy old lady. (Right, honey??)
Neil and Donna’s farm is a combination of pasture land, row crops, and hay fields. It’s beautiful, quiet and secluded. Plenty of space in which to use a loader.
After Neil finished loading the trailer full of that “black gold,” he then offered us rocks from his rock pile.
Our land, though only a few miles away from theirs, is curiously free of rocks. But Neil pulls rocks out of the ground all the time at his farm, and he was happy to share them with us.
So after loading up manure and a nice selection of rocks, I asked:
“How much do I owe you, Neil?”
You know, don’t you, Gentle Reader, how much one little bag of aged manure costs at the store, right? Several dollars. And we had hundreds of bagsful in our trailer.
This is what Neil said:
“Oh, no, none of that. Your dad lent me his weed whacker the other night when mine didn’t work. That’s good enough for me!”
I was still mulling over this idea of a fair trade, clearly falling in my favor, obviously, as I handed a bag of fresh granola to Donna, since I knew that she likes my granola (you can find the recipe right here., that is, if you’d like to try it for yourself. And you really should!).
This is what she said: “Oh, my, I’ll only take it if you’ll let me pay for it!”
Hmm. Nope. Your money’s no good with me, Donna.
This is what we found when we got home:
Can you believe it? How cool is this? My dad bought a dandy little tractor with a loader and he was just waiting for us to get home with the manure so he could help us unload it into the hoophouse.
And that’s all I’m going to write for today. I’ll pick up tomorrow right here where I left off. Be there or be square, Gentle Readers (you don’t want that, do you?).
More from my site
- Kale and mushroom frittata
- Hoophouse Building, Phase 6 part B
I love all the pictures!!! What an amazing group effort!!
It has been quite a group effort, Courtney! So thankful for the group!
God is so good to us isn’t He? I love following along with the progress of your hoop house. Can’t wait to see what you are going to grow in there.
Yes! He is, Shawn! Such abundance and such blessings from Him! I’m so thankful!
Haha, only your posts about dirt would also include pie and a granola recipe. Love it!
Well . . . hmmm . . . thanks for the comment, Alessa . . I think? 😉
It takes a village to get full of …..
So glad this dream of yours is reaching fruition!
Roy, truly, you are A Wit. Thanks for your comment!
Sorry, Amy. I couldn’t get past the blueberry/cherry pie (stomach growling so loud you can probably hear it in Nebraska) without a big struggle. Do you ship? Seriously, DO NOT INSERT PICTURES OF PIE INTO YOUR NEXT POST OR I WON’T BE ABLE TO READ IT. You are blessed to have all these wonderful people in your life – especially your Dad. The same Dad who made you the slot racing car…give him a hug from me next time you see him, hear?
haha Alana, you made me lol. Have you noticed that I haven’t posted any pie pictures lately? But watch out–I’m making peach pies this week! (hehee) I’ll give Dad a hug from you, with my compliments!
I love this! And you know, Donna Wurst was an aide for my second grade teacher, and she was just as lovable then. AND I’m SO GLAD you posted your granola recipe! Printed!
Oh, how lucky you were to get to see her every day, Mollie! Enjoy the granola recipe!
Wow – what a great community of people you have around you, Amy! And I think it must say a lot about you that so many people want to help and be a part of your wonderful project! I guess I am going to have to buy me a big-honkin tractor so I can age gracefully and improve with each year! 🙂
Aww, Suerae, you always say such nice things. I assure you that I’m Nothing Special (with capital letters!) but I do seem to be surrounded by pretty awesome people. I am blessed!!
What a wonderful, generous man Neil is. He is someone to admire at any age. You really know who your friends are at times when you need help. It sounds as if you have the pioneer spirit in your little neck of the woods. That mature dung looks wonderful. And your father’s new tractor with a loader will make everything easier.
Yes, Francene, I agree on all points! I’ve already got another project that I’m thinking about for my dad’s little tractor . . . hehee
I love this, wonderful people, wonderful ideas and wonderful pictures, wonderful.
A good goal… to grow kinder and more generous with age…