notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Desperately seeking muck



NFTM revels in muck, and rightly so. However, we would like to spare a moment of contemplation for a group that loves muck more than us; so much so that if they were to be without muck, they would die. I'm talkin' 'bout hippos people.

Hippos without muck; is there a sadder picture?? Apparently the irrigation methods in Africa mean that they are deprived of water; a vital componenet of muck.

NFTM would like to send some muck to Africa, but we can't; it would be silly. Instead, gaze upon the picture and think about these hippos the next time you clean your car, shoes, child, or even your good self clean of muck...They would love to be in your position of having an excess of muck and we should be humbled by the amount of muck we have.

Good luck hippos.