Generally speaking, you would be right. But here at In the Night Farm, our soil looks like it came straight from the coast. Sand. Not a rock or an ounce of clay to be found. Not the most fertile option.
Fortunately, there's a cure: organic matter, and plenty of it. We've hauled load after load of it from the horse pens, tilling in an eight-inch layer and converting our sandy plots to beautiful, well-drained beds of loam.
Still, as our gardens expand, so does our need for compost. Over the weekend, this gift arrived from our non-gardening friends.
Old-time gardeners refer to compost as black gold. Looks like we've hit the mother load, and by summer we'll be cashing in.
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