Last week I got a call from my farmer friend. He needed some help clearing out the broken bales of old straw in the loft of his barn to make room for fresh bales. He called me because he knew I’d be interested in the old straw for mulch. And certainly I was.
We stacked the good bales to the side and pitched all the loose stuff to the door. Then we loaded it onto a trailer and brought it to my house and unloaded it near my garden.
Now I’ve got a giant pile of straw.
Move over, Ruth Stout. I’ve got some mulching to do.