a cycle that makes sense... (from the Humanure Handbook)

Morning reading in the composting toilet collaborative notebook:

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who repeatedly shat in a bucket
When told this was strange,
He replied, “You’re deranged!
You shit in clean water and fuck it (up)”

a cycle out of synch...

And then I looked out the window and saw an AWOL cow wandering through the plum trees, so I finished my business and went to find the herder and his collie.  I love living in a place where I read homegrown limericks and encounter escaped cows.