My poor dog, Mini, had Pyrometrus and was very sick. The vet spayed her, and kept her there an extra day. I cooked her chicken bone broth, chicken, and rice and visited her there yesterday. Since she ate this morning, they let her come home! So very glad to have her back. She lost a lot of weight and looks pitiful.
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When I lived in Pine City , Minn, I borrowed a
tractor and tried to plow up a garden plot.
It was clay and wet. all I could do was spin the tires.
finally got stuck. figured I would leave it there until
the ground dried up some. when it dried,
the tractor was trapped in hard clay. I worked
a half of a day getting it out.
 
When I lived in Pine City , Minn, I borrowed a
tractor and tried to plow up a garden plot.
It was clay and wet. all I could do was spin the tires.
finally got stuck. figured I would leave it there until
the ground dried up some. when it dried,
the tractor was trapped in hard clay. I worked
a half of a day getting it out.

Strangely, my ground it not hard clay, but hard sand.

Nearly-pure, fine-grained quartz sand -- with occasional thin layers of white clay.

The stuff is AWFUL for any kind of digging and/or gardening.
 
I have two gardens. One is very sandy, the other is heavy clay. The clay is about 100 feet east and 50 feet higher than the sand.

Fortunately, the solution for both is the same: Lots of compost/vegetable matter.

Which makes me wonder. The clay is a grassy field that has been covered in the same kind of grass for at least 30 years, and maybe 40-50. I would have thought all that dried grass would have broken down and made wonderful rich soil
 

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