...and the "end" in this case is a horse's behind. Here's a pic of me looking peppy, having just shoveled three yard waste-sized bags full of manure and loaded them into the old wagon:
All I need is a pair of cowboy boots and I might look like a Texan.
The photo was taken by my friend Jill, who owns a few horses. Jill is also a gardener, as well as a biologist, and she understands just how valuable manure really is. So when I asked her if she had any to spare, she didn't bat an eye.
Here are two of the bags, ready to go into the bin (the other is already in there):
This all took place about two or three weeks ago, in anticipation of the big leaf drop. Since then, I've added some leaves and started turning the compost every day or so. And may I say that there are few things as cheery as seeing steam rising from a compost heap on a blustery autumn day like today?