I enjoy the variety of horse poop sales available on the side of the road. I was biking so wasn't interested in purchasing any. I prefer the ones described as "aged" in the sign.
I'm fortunate to have access to well and truly aged horse poop, some of it up to 25 years old, well and truly rotted under some pine trees. I'll probably get some before winter.
Today's gratitude: For having reflected on some of my Mum's traits I have and then putting them into practice. They bring joy and pleasure to others.