Felt icky this morning, but felt if I got moving the sludge would move on. The whole drive to the city, I wasn't sure my theory was right. But by the time I got there, and started shoveling compost soil, I felt better. UGH. I swear, if you can breathe it and it can settle in your lungs, I've managed it this Spring; moldy mulch, sour mulch, uncooked compost, dirty stalls, smoke, more smoke, chicken dander, chicken house, ammonia, dust, dander, limestone dust, old hay, new hay......ugh.
I felt pneumonia like this morning without the coughing if you get it, you get it.
So anyway, went to town were the county lets you haul away as much as the gorgeous black compost soil as you want as long as you do the work. I loaded up 20 feed bags to full and bulging and put them in the back of the truck. The compost was light and dry as a bone, but I bet those bags weighed every bit of 60 plus pounds. Drove home and decided I may as well get dirt down. I put 16 bags in the new greenhouse, and top dressed the rows in the main garden with the other 4 bags (told you they were full).
Then I watered everything down so it could settle before it washes away with the first rain. The greenhouse soil has straw and alpaca poo under it so there are voids to fill and I hoped wetting it would do that. Nope. I forgot this stuff is goofy.
It gets wet and then forms an almost waterproof layer. SO I mixed in the wet layer. I'll make up some coir with a little dawn dish liquid, and some vermiculite and mix that in to the compost in the next few days then wet it again and then I can plant. Now I'm just worn.