Gardening-What a Load of Poop!

“Why do I do the things I don’t want to do and don’t do the things I want to do?”-Apostle Paul, after unloading 1600 pounds of manure by himself to fertilize the Garden of Gethsemane, 60 A.D..

I could have waited for Bicep’s help-waited for his biceps. But that man works so hard already, I thought I would save him this little bit of trouble.

Which turned out not being a “little bit of trouble”.
The sweet old van was loaded down with the 1600 pounds of poop-and I tried backing up our drive per usual (“for quick get-aways”, according to Biceps).

The trailer hitch scraped at the steep concrete, screaming at me to stop. My neighbors flocked outdoors, mouths agape, wondering what that weirdo girl was up to again.

So, I quit my dog and pony show and parked on the street instead.

This was my means of transportation for every last pound of poop.

This incline on my driveway was my arch nemesis to the caravan of crap.

This was my support team throughout the ordeal.

These were the remaining bags as I neared halfway through the poop cartel.

This is my political statement towards how our government is being run today-“A disbursement of a lot of crap!”.

This was my view as I dropped the last bag, covered in a lot of sweat and a bit of poop, wishing for a hot shower and a cold beverage. My mood was in the pooper, my muscles felt like crap and I wondered if all of this composting business was just a pile of manure.

My neighbor called from across the fence and shouted, “What a load of sh**!”. Which of course made me laugh and made the entire ordeal humorous and worth sharing with you all.