We're on the verge of actually planting some plants in the vegetable garden, but first we need something to plant it in. Pocono dirt is notoriously rocky, so we turned to our master gardeners up the mountain for their premium compost, full of tasty horse turd and goat nugget, aged to perfection and ripe for the pickin'. Pick we did.
The givers of life thru dookie.
Right at home in a mountain of crap.
Yuula has no place complaining about the smell of someone's poop.
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