I was thinking about when we went to my mom's friend Sonya's farm to help her clean out her barn. Mrs. Sonya has about 200 goats. That is a lot of manure. While we were there we made up another song about poop. "I scoop, you scoop, we all scoop goat poop." Sounds a little familiar.
So all of our plants are now drowning in a mixture of too much rain and lots of poo. Happy plants.
And - Happy Sunday - one week till Easter. Today is the Lord's day.