My old bones are hankering for a warmer climate but it ain’t gonna happen so I’ll push on. Be 79 next month and I have been making compost since my mother had me dumping garden scrapes in a endless trench in 1939. (Ruth Stout had nothing on my Mother). I’ll get back to cutting the cover crop after I visit a couple of FRiends tomorrow then I’ll help my wife spade. Her seedlings are looking good in the greenhouse but we have to do daily slug patrol there and especially in the garden...
We used to put down a salt barrier to keep the slugs away from our sidewalk and yard. I think my Dad used rocksalt.
I wish you were in THIS warm climate, albeit kinda humid sometimes. You would be my very favorite neighbor. I pray that your bones hurt less.