My front yard, that is. It’s really coming along thanks to my awesome landscaper/gardener/friend, Al. We’re about halfway finished. But I won’t let anyone sit out there until that fertile mulch airs out a bit more. It actually has chicken poo in it. If I catch a cat rolling around in that, I will lose a screw.
But if you’re gonna have shit in your yard, it should always be that pretty, doncha think? And include a tiny tin goat?