Love Is In The Air…
Ahh…love – its scent hanging thick and pungent in the air [s-n-i-i-i-i-f-f]. Oh. Wait a sec. My mistake. That’s not the smell of love, that’s the smell of shit.
Not positive, but methinks there must be a province-wide sale on shit right now. Every damn municipal garden and landscaped lot is sporting this season’s manure mantel. Being a farmer’s daughter’s daughter, I’m not squeamish about shit. But this is not just your everyday, run of the mill, simple shit. This is sweaty pig farm shit with subtle undertones of decomposing fish guts and miscellaneous rot. Wherever I went today, there it was…lurking olfactorally.
Elvis thinks it is awesome. On our morning walk it was all I could do to keep him from swan-diving into large, fresh piles that were awaiting re-assignment as “lawn” on an almost complete construction project.