Megan pointed to a yellow and white bag and some of it's spilled out dark, rich brown contents. She said, "Grandma? What's that?"
Grandma said, "That's food for the garden. It's fertilizer."
Megan pushed further with more questions. It didn't look like the fertilzer she had seen on lawns we passed on our walks lately.
Grandma explained it was a different kind of fertilizer. It was manure.
"It's cow poop," explained Grandma.
Megan was quiet. She started to look around with a puzzled look on her face.
"Grandma? Where's the cow?"
Today Meg and I trekked to the home improvement center to pick up our own hefty bags of hummus-manure mix for both my vegetable garden and both the kids'. As we got out of the car Megan said, “Why are we getting strawberries and cow poop?”
I said, “I thought you might like to grow your own strawberries and the manure will help the garden grow”
Megan said, “Yuck. I don’t want to eat cow poop!”
One of the employees helped us load up the cart. Megan smiled sweetly at him and said:
"Man, can I see your cow?"