::Chicken Poop for the Country Soul::

I can always tell the change of the seasons.
Not just in a single leaf. But in a smell as I drive through our lil farm town. Arlington turns into Fields of chicken poop. For miles and miles.
Coating our fields to help our crops grow. I laugh as I go through. The Wackadoos plugging their noses. One day they will laugh too. It will become a reminder that it is soon to be fall and the colors of our world will change. It will be Chicken Poop for their Country Souls.