Golden oldies

Been really uncomfortably sick all week with the flu (still am), but it's warmed up and the snow is almost gone, which means the two-month-old deposits of dog poop in the back yard--formerly encased in ice like tiny mastodon poops--have thawed (nay, liquified!). So I staggered out there today to gather, or as we like to say, "harvest" them. Nature's eternal cycle.

Anyway, snow had been on the ground so long it (the ground, ya eejits) was actually moldy:


Moldy flower bed: Hey, maybe I can sell the stuff. Maybe this will even start a mold craze like the Dutch Tulip Mania! Please, leave me my dreams.