That reminds me of the fact that my old man always offered my services to our neighbour for the annual spreading and mixing of horseshit in his garden and our small tomato patch. I'll never forget the big green flies that would buzz out of the fresh stuff. Of course, our neighbour was always giving Dad veggies from the garden. I wish I had taken more of an interest and learned from him how to grow those veggies because two years ago I bought the property and moved in. It's lawn now, except for the rhubarb patch.