To the Mall

Salisbury though it is small, oddly quaint and with a lone convenience store/gas station with banker hours, has a quality about it that is highly desirable: the dump!

The Salisbury transfer station is open on Saturdays as most are. One nifty guy in the town realized he could make a lot of money as a private garbage collector. You can see an overfilled half ton pickup meandering through Salisbury on the weekend. Then a couple other nifties thought about setting up a building at the dump to act as a shelter for discarded items that still have some life in them. Anyways, it is called the Salisbury Mall and we love it. I got a grease gun today. Then went over to the scrap metal pile and picked up 2 metal garbage cans. Sure beats other towns where you cannot take anything. So a quick trip to drop of trash usually fulfills a return with farm treasures! I did hold back on grabbing the red wheel barrow. I already have two from the dump- a third with yet another flat tire seemed a bit much. So Much depends on a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.

The rain has definitely gotten to us. I am hoping for haying weather. I want to see the chickens work down the field instead of keeping them in the short rotations they are in now. The garden is looking alright still. Tomatoes in the hoop house are hanging on, peppers are flowering, hilled some potatoes, some ready lettuce.

And the prettiest thing in the garden!