Lucinda wrote: > No, it'll still rot. I'd take all the organic matter I could get for free. Mother continues her ill-concealed plot to get me to move to the Hill Country. Today, we were driving around after lunch and she directed me to a side street in town. We drove for a bit and then I hit the brakes. A veritable mountain of well-aged horse and cow manure was in the middle of a lot. I'd judge it was about 50 feet by 35 feet by 10 feet high. I asked Mother, "Who owns all that?" She said, "Oh, it's always there. You can take all you want for free here. Just get a truck and they'll even help you load it up." Mother knows how to fight, eh? Catharine