A gift from God

Pappy arrived in a cloud of dust. His old Ford pickup firing on five out of six cylinders. Tom’s ol’ hound dog sounding the alarm. Stepping out of the truck he staggered on loose flint rock around to the front, popped the hood and stuck a branch in to hold it open. Then reached in, picked up a stone and threw it over his shoulder revealing a package of herb drying on the manifold.  
   Foolishly I said, Say Pappy, where did you find the weed? He answered with a big grin: Every time I takes a shit, I plants a seed. This  is for you.  
Holy Smokes Pappy.  
You betcha. Enjoy!