Today Steve slaved in the barn. He cleaned the box stall. (click pictures to enlarge)
The one on the left, where (ground) CHUCK is peeking through the fence rails, has not been cleaned. (it is next) The one on the right has been. The one on the right was as full/high in cowshit as the one on the left. Thats aLOT of cowshit. ALL moved by hand.
Shoveled by hand into this wooden contraption that Steve built and put on his tractor.
Then taken to the pasture and flung by the shovel full onto the pasture grass. sigh….. its exhausting just to watch this monumental effort. A total of 5 full loads, a ton each load. That means he moved BY HAND 10 tons of shit. ( No wonder he is asleep in his chair. I think he needs to take tomorrow off.)
As I wandered around outside for a few minutes, imagine my glee when Steve called to me from the tractor:
Every year he brings me these violets from the woods. Sometimes we go for a walk (woods walkin’) and he picks them for me. He knows these are my all time favorite flowers.
I think he loves me.