Poo Poo Platter

Such a beautiful day with birds doing what birds do and almost invisible bugs eating the pretty flowers that were there just long enough to remind anyone looking how beautiful a flower can be.
Everybody has to eat. Even flowers. There are other bugs in the ground feeding flowers — and if you’re very lucky there are also worms.
The worms crawl in and poo and make lots of tunnels that help with water penetration. Things are so much better with them in the ground.
Their poo is fertilizer to the things under ground that may need it.
And bugs aren’t disease — they’re just hungry. The flowers must not be getting everything they need or they would be able to tell the bugs where to go. Or, could it be that they were intended to feed the almost invisible bugs?
Does anybody know? There is one who surely does.
GOD — the natural ONE.
Gawdawful that we can’t seem to remember that.
This minute, paint the furniture needing paint, out in the yard getting oxidized by the lovely sun.
Dig a hole and drop a sprouting potato in or lay them on the ground and cover them with straw.
Ruth Stout did and ended up with more potatoes than anyone could eat — until they needed them — potatoes keep pretty well in a cellar.
Wash clothes. Wash dishes. Cook a meal and eat it. Lie on a sofa and watch a favorite movie — put it on repeat and fall asleep.
Just another day.
No noise is worth a bother.
Change the pitch to soothing.
There is a pupu platter being made somewhere in the world.
There’s probably a poo poo platter also being made.
Maybe only in a movie. Is it still real if it is only in a movie.
The news is a movie. Who knows who’s telling the truth.
The things we don’t know — they are so numerous.
We know that worms crawl in and worms crawl out and we know for sure that they are doing what they are supposed to.
Maybe the one linked to Ovid is too.
Some stories are just stories being told by someone who might just be nefarious.
Ovid, he is known to be one of the ones who herd sheep:

ovidius. … This name derives from the Latin “ŏvis > Ovĭdĭus”, meaning “owner of sheep, shepherd, wool”.

Has there ever been a better time to try to plant seeds or potatoes?

 

image credit: The Conversation

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