Knee Deep in Poo!
Oh, my word. The poo!
You know, it wasn’t too long ago, I was saying that several times a day, as I manoeuvred yet another nasty diaper from a child’s tender pink behind…. But, alas, those days are past (unless something interesting happens over these next few months, of course…. Ack! What am I saying?) Ahem- those days are past- and I welcome them given this most recent alternative.
No, this poo is of another species. Cow, to be exact. And it is covering my yard. Filipes requested of kindly neighbor farmer friend to bring us over a load of cow poop. Now, hubby and I, not being of the farming ilk, should have clarified the term load.
Well, anyhoo… now we have so much shit in our yard we’ll be digging out all week. Spreading it everywhere…. After attempting to roto-till the manure in with the original soil of our garden it didn’t take long to see that Filipes was merely roto-tilling poop in with… more poop.
So now we move poop.
Upon reflection: should have just picked up a half dozen bags (for about $1.99 each!!). Rather, it cost us $40 bucks in beer and more days than I care to count, calf deep in shit!
Not to mention the next five years spent trying to pluck my shit covered gardens of chick weed/pig weed/alfalfa/whatever-else-weed flourishes in bovine solid waste.
Next time I’m nagging, “When are ya gonna get Billy to bring over a load of manure?”, somebody just shoot me.
