The load of manure came in the afternoon. It was straight out of the horses' behind fresh. Sigh. Now, I live on a small plot in the middle of the village. What am I going to do with a big big pile of poo? I considered tilling it in and hope that in the month I have before plants need to go in it would decompose enough that it wouldn't burn my seedlings. But am I willing to take the chance? In the middle of last night I finally decided that I couldn't take that chance and spent the morning raking it off the garden. I made a low pile all around the perimeter of the garden. This fall I'll rake it back on.
The moral of this story is that you should never trust a teenager to know the difference between old poop and new poop. So now I have a whole lot of fresh horse manure that I can't use this season and I have a big pile of compost that I can't use on the vegetable garden at all. Someone, not us, threw their dirty cat litter in it. Wonderful. I will use it on the flower beds this fall, it won't go to waste.