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Every square inch of our entire front and back yard is covered out evenly with three feet of cow manure. I eat, sleep, dream and wear the cow manure. The sun rises and the sun sets on the
The sheer energy required for shoveling takes most of the
feistiness out of me. That, in itself, is a miracle. Even though I can’t help
but resent the one who orchestrated this truck delivery, I also can’t help but appreciate
the fact that he is right there with me, day in, day out, shovel in hand.
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When it starts to rain, I break down and begin to weep. After awhile, I realize I am not really
helping by adding to the water flow. I wipe my tears with the soaked elbow and resume my post next to the Gardener. Both of us are drenched,
both knee-deep in the river of doo that flows off the sides of the mountain. I know he must be exhausted since he always
works at least twice as hard as I do and finishes all the cleanup at the end
of each day.
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