I have been dreading, procrastinating, and foot dragging the spring cleaning of the chicken coop. All the shoveling from coop (that the wheel barrow doesn’t fit in to) to wheel barrow, from wheel barrow to compost bin (that wheel barrow can’t be dumped over). I didn’t really feel like doing what needed to be done. And let’s face it, nobody likes to shovel manure.
I finally rally myself to the task, recruit the other half of my team (brawny enough to get the wheel barrow up over the edge of the compost bin), and discover that someone has swooped in to do my part to the very end. Lucky me.