hat’s what some call a manure truck. Our lack of animals at the farm the last ten years plus our continued heavy gardening has brought us up against some soil depletion. My dad had asked me to keep my ear to the ground in search of some of the valuable stuff. So when my mentor, Richard, offered me some sheep manure, I said yes, please! My poor boyfriend’s truck got tarped along with our trailer, and we hauled 5 loads the last two Sundays. I think this will make the gardens happier. Thank you to the Bresnahans for their generosity and to Colin for his willingness to help.