My favorite ‘composting’ poem:
Post Humus
by Patti Tana
Scatter my ashes in my garden
so I can be near my loves.
Say a few honest words,
sing a gentle song,
join hands in a circle of flesh.
Please tell some stories
about me making you laugh.
I love to make you laugh.
When I’ve had time to settle
and green gathers into buds,
remember I love blossoms
bursting in spring.
As the season ripens
remember my persistent passion.
And if you come in my garden
on an August afternoon,
pluck a bright red globe,
let juice run down your chin
and the seeds stick to your cheek.
When I’m dead I want folks to smile
and say, “That Patti, she sure is
some tomato!”
Would love to hear your input...ping
We used to see fireplace logs in the store that were made from coffee grounds; I think they were called ‘Java’ logs. They smelled really nice burning, and they burned very slowly and evenly.
We liked them a lot, but they don’t appear in the stores in our area anymore...
JT
Years ago I mistakenly picked up a bucket of coffee grounds instead of my bucket of seed starting mix. Not realizing what I’d done, I filled my trays and planted my seeds. I had nice delphiniums that year.
If you keep any nightcrawlers for fishing, they thrive with some coffee grounds in the soil.
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