More shit is needed in my garden. Whether from cow, sheep or pig, I need more of it to feed my plants and replenish their containers. My garden is on a sixth-floor apartment balcony, most of it faces west, with a small wrap-around second facing north, and so I get full sun.
Anything that loves the sun grows there. Things like coleus, geranium and purple coneflowers. Edibles like it too. The basil, mint and thyme are running riot. I love the scent of the basil each I brush pass it when I enter or leave the balcony. It is the scent of summer and autumn, and lollygagging all evening on the balcony till the stars shine.
The beans, peppers and tomatoes did okay. The plants were green and healthy, but their produce was small this year. And that is why I need the manure to give them a boost. Perhaps it might also have helped if I did not jam so many plants in each container. The trouble is that at the beginning of each season the containers look so bare. The soil stares at me, begging for some plants to take root. And so I over-plant. Then I forget to thin out the containers. And when I do remember, it's after I have bought another plant to join the hundred odd on the balcony.
The pigeons are back, yet again, trying to sneak under the loungers or behind the containers. They managed to lay a pair of eggs, which I used to fertilize the container. Pigeon shit is not good manure as it splashes everywhere and leaves oily stains. It takes vigilance to keep the birds at bay, and the work to clean after them. It is easier to remove their shit when it is dry. Cow or sheep manure represents food for my plants. It is still shit, but this one is good shit!
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