Once upon a time Widder Island used to be farmland, then some bright spark divided it up into 5 acre farmlets. Years later some of the descendents of the bright sparks decided to sub-divide their farmlets, stick driveways down the middle and sell off the individual lots. (Not complaining, the sub-dividings allow Mrs Widds, Widdercat, and I, to enjoy these beautiful spring days within a cuppa-tea-and-a-short-amble distance of the lake)
On one side of our lake steep hills kick back into the coastal mountain range, and the other side has rampant farmland (that hasn’t been sub-divided) currently being seeded with this season’s crops. These days it’s possible to tell exactly which farm is using which ‘soil enrichment product’ (I just made that term up) just by breathing too deep.
I’m all for organic fertiliser, it’s a better deal on every level, however … sheesh! Does it stink, or what!!!!!!
I walked out our front door this morning to collect the mail, turned around, walked back inside, and waited for the northerly breeze that usually arrives around mid-afternoon.
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“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet” – Juliet – (II,ii, 1-2)… from ‘Romeo and Ethel The Pirate’s Daughter’ #, by Bill Shakespeare.
# – Guess what movie?
Ah, the smell of Geritol, the multi-vitamin the Daddy took when I was a kid. That’s what the first whiff of manure smells like to me.
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I can’t sniff multi-vitamins anymore 😦 … the yeasty smell makes me gag!
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soil enrichment product… nice. Nothing like a little whiff of what makes the grass greener on the other side of the fence. 😉
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And these gorgeous sunny days are perfect for fermenting the brew. Thankfully the prevailing wind blows the other way, most of the time.
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Nothing sadder than the smell of chemical fertilisers — Poo smells awful, but at least it doesn’t smell like doom…
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Having been exposed to the pong of both on many occasions throughout my life, I have to agree with you.
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Yep, the manure stinks, but it is necessary. When we visit my mother-in-law, we drive through a dairy farm. Oh, it’s terrible. I shut off the air conditioner and keep the windows rolled up but the smell seeps in anyway. Ick!
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Yep. It is impossible to hermetically seal a car against such smells!
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The pig fertilizer they use in Quebec is the worst!
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Mmm – pig poo … a unique scent all it’s own!
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Ah, yes, the joys of country life! 🙂
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I remind myself that this is all worth it when harvest season comes around and there is fresh local produce everywhere … yummmmmm
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There is that, yes. 🙂
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