|Beth's garden; strawberry beds in the foreground|
|Fog blankets the valley at 6:20 am.|
For a brief moment we imagine Moosehead Lake stretched out below us.
|By 7:00 am the fog had lifted and the lake effect drifted away|
|Angel and Kodi, playing chase and waiting for the other to make the next move|
Even before we visited Beth, I'd talked some local farming friends who also have horses into letting me come over to shovel up some horse manure for my garden. Little did I know that Farmer Chuck meticulously manages his horse manure and had a well-composted, odorless pile ready for me to dig into. I've been twice to fill-up five gallon pails with the manure. Next year we will have our own horse-powered garden.