We were there a little over a week ago soaking up the beauty of Spring colors and blooms.
As we strolled along from favorite place to favorite place Little Princess told me: "I love these enormous chickens, but I hate walking in their poop!"
The enormous chickens are actually ducks and geese, but Little Princess' fowl-naming difficulty isn't my point (she's usually quite good at it, corrects me all the time). I'm here to talk about the poop.
I don't like walking through poop either. Duck poop at the arboretum is pretty unavoidable. Shoes can be washed off - not that big of a deal. What I get frustrated with is emotional poop.
Why is it that emotional poop is also unavoidable? You can be walking along the most beautiful paths, soaking in everything wonderful and splat you've stepped in ickystinkysadmadglumblah poop.
And puleeze, do not scold me with fairy tales about the life lived totally poopless! YOUR feet touch the ground too (don't make me knock you down - then you'd be sitting in poop - and that's REALLY disgusting - grin).
Here's what we did at the arboretum. Sometimes I'd hoist Little Princess up onto my shoulder and she'd squeal and we'd both laugh and she got to keep her feet poop-free.
Other times we'd just trudge through the poop together. Sometimes she went her way and I went mine - and one or both of us ambled through poop. And sometimes we'd be able to walk around the poop - although that was rare, because - well, because that's the way it is.
My inspirational thought for the day is: There's poop underfoot - the question: "Why?" is moot. Even when we're in places of great beauty (literally and metaphorically) - there's poop around somewhere...
And it's great to avoid stepping in poop - when we can.
It's great to travel with a playful, squealing friend. Great to either hoist someone or be hoisted over the poop occasionally. And also - it's just fine to traipse through the poop. Life goes on. Isn't it a trip to look around and enjoy the beauty even if you're standing in poop?
(Photos copyright: Lauren Caterson 2008)