[written 11/24/08 on old blog]
Well, this past Thursday, 11/20, was my last gardening day of the season. COLD! I could only tough it out for three hours pruning at a client’s yard before my feet just told me that it was enough.
This particular neighbor has a large golden retriever who leaves ‘land mines’ (garden code word for dog poop) around a circle of azaleas in the front yard of this house — which just so happens to be where I was pruning all afternoon. I took note of the treacherous spots in the yard and stepped around them as I worked.
That is, I stepped around them until the last two minutes that I was there picking up my tool bucket and starting to head to my car. Just then as my foot touched ground, it slid forward about five inches on a nice, fresh, aromatic (you get the idea) land mine.
This was my final day of the season and I had not touched a land mine in over two years. This was so Not Right!
I spent ten minutes picking the fresh poop out of the treads of my sneakers, tried to skate the rest out in the lawn and finally accepted that I got out all that I could, short of stomping the shoe in a puddle. We’ve all been there and done it, and tried to clean it out. Yep.
So I surrendered and got in my car to head home, a slight waft of fresh doggie doo accompanying me the whole way. Then it occurred to me. This is only a message. Earth Mother has pushed me to step in the poopoo to give me a final end of season blessing —- for a fertile winter of writing!
(and yes, I found a watering can at home near my front steps to create a temporary puddle for mucking poop out of the shoes, thank you very much. ;~)