We bought the compost from Singh Farms located right off the freeway on the NE corner of Thomas and the 101 in Scottsdale. When Ken Singh purchased the land a decade or so ago, it was a dry, barren stretch of desert. It's now a lush paradise. It doesn't feel like Arizona at this place. Ken is known for his compost, but there's also a nice farmer's market held there every Saturday morning. Great place to take a stroll. There are chickens, peacocks, lots of shady places to sit, and even a real tipi.
Below is a picture of Ken and his big white beard. He's a real character. Before we met him, Tom was trying to get some pricing details over the phone. Ken finally said, "Don't ask me those questions! Just come by the farm..." Hilarious. He'll talk your ear off once you get to the farm, but in a good way.
We headed to Singh Farms again this past Saturday morning to buy another barrel-sized sack of compost, some seedlings, and a gallon jug of fish emulsion fertilizer. While there, Tom started chatting it up with a gardener friend of Ken's named J.P. Morgan :) I asked him some questions about blackberries and how to plant them, and he offered up four blackberry transplants that were sitting in his front yard! Gardeners are the nicest people! We picked up J.P.'s blackberry bushes on our way home.
Side note: For my friends and family who think I'm a germaphobe (organic, no plastic, blah blah blah), I'll have you know that I let my baby eat dirt at Singh Farms. There ain't no blue-green pesticide poison being sprayed there, so she can eat all the compost she wants. I am not a germaphobe! I'm a chem-a-phobe. The saying should go: "Chemical-free dirt don't hurt."
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