When we were young, and newlyweds I owned only a 1961 B275 IH. It came with a back blade. Home is an ancient river bed. There is no trace of organic soil. After building the house there was no lawn, or money for expensive topsoil. I got a load here and there where I could. Most of what I got was pretty poor, full of rocks, and broken glass. Any opportunity for anything organic was seized. A former dairy farm was cleaning off the concrete barn yard. Three year old cow $hit was 6" deep on a half acre. The new owner paid to load it, I got it by paying for the trucking. Nancy knew before the first of it arrived it would stink. Her condemnation of the plan was loud, and lengthy.
She went off to an evening school board meeting, I seized the opportunity. The stuff was the consistency of warm peanut butter. It spread a thin coat over the entire lawn. By the time Mrs. B got home it was too dark to tell the extent. She sputtered about smell, and went to bed. Next morning wasn't pretty. In about a week the grass was luscious, and green. She eventually forgave, she hasn't forgotten. She still tells the story.
Years later, they dredged the old sewer brook. The last sewage was dumped down it in 1966. I got my hands on 100 yards in 2013, I've had it stockpiled. Last weekend I filled a sag in the lawn using 70 yards. Again the boss wasn't happy about it, but she'll get over it.
