Relative Something

The storms that skirted around us last week looked ominous enough that I paused to capture a snapshot of the view as the line of turbulence approached.

Those clouds, white on top and dark on the bottom, were moving in fast. They came over the tree line so quickly, I wasn’t sure I’d get my phone out fast enough to get the shot. Then, as Asher and I were hustling down the driveway to get indoors, I watched the line suddenly slide off to the right just as quickly as it showed up over the trees.

It was one of a couple of different storms that rolled past us with but a glancing blow that day.

After the earlier miscues on finishing a second set of composting pallets, I made short work of it on Saturday afternoon. Now I have two sets of frames to shape good-sized squared piles for better efficiency.

Though I haven’t rigged up a tarp yet to cover them from heavy rains. I checked after that quick one-inch downpour the other day, and the pile was still up to an ideal temperature, so it’s not essential to have them covered unless we expect more prolonged periods of precipitation.

Honestly, the biggest reason I finally decided to improve my composting process is so I can more quickly get rid of a pile to make room for the next one. The horses never pause from producing an unending supply. The fact that the composted result is valued by friends and family for fertilizing their gardens is a bonus. I also use it for filling holes and low spots around the property, but that doesn’t really require the manure to be fully broken down. Simply dried up works just fine for that.

There’s a difference between dehydrated and composted. I have no problem finding uses for both.

Actually, when you find me writing so much detail about horse manure, you can know that nothing noteworthy occurred in the previous days. It’s been a relatively quiet weekend at Wintervale.

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