I love horse poop. I can’t get enough of it. Horse poop is good for my soul, even better for my soil. A few days ago, I brought it home by the pickup truck load. Drivers maintained an unusually long distance behind me even as I was careful to drive under the speed limit.
I asked the owner of the horse stable as he loaded three scoops from his front loader into my truck bed, “Do you ever run out of this stuff?” He nodded in the direction of a brown steamy pile the size of two semi-trucks and grunted, “One horse produces 40-50 pounds of this a day. That’s more than a ton a month. We keep twenty-two horses.” I quickly did the math: They never run out of this stuff.
Genesis tells us that on the sixth day of creation God said, “Let earth bring forth living creatures of every kind: cattle and creeping things and wild animals.” Assuming God got an early start that day and created horses, say, at 8:00 am, by 8:17 there was horse poop. A bit later on the sixth day, humans were created with shovels in their hands.
Horse poop contains an amazing balance of nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium – the trifecta of soil nutrients. And frankly, horse poop that’s been composting for at least six months gives off a non-offensive earthy fragrance. I know this because my next door neighbors have not complained.
Theological lessons? There are none. All I can say is that as an antidote for plodding through the knee-deep horse shit of the political insanity surrounding us, I love walking out to my garden of horse poop knowing that nature rocks!