Sunday, January 30, 2005

And which of the Mercies of your Sustainer will you deny

"There is always the miracle of the by-products. Plane a board, the shavings accumulate around your toes ready to be chucked into the stove to kindle your fires (to warm your toes so that you can plane a board). Draw some milk from a creature to relieve her fullness, the milk goes to the little pig to relieve his emptiness. Drain some oil from a crankcase, and you smear it on the roosts to control the mites. The worm fattens on the apple, the young goose fattens on the wormy fruit, the man fattens on the young goose, the worm awaits the man. Clean up the barnyard, the pulverized dung from the sheep goes to improve the lawn (before a rain in autumn); mow the lawn next spring, the clippings go to the compost pile, with a few thrown to the baby chickens on the way; spread the compost on the garden and in the fall the original dung, after many vicissitudes, returns to the sheep in the form of an old squash. From the fireplace, at the end of a November afternoon, the ashes are carried to the feet of the lilac bush, guaranteeing the excellence of a June morning."

- E B White, January 1943


Blogger baj said...

it's the ciiiiircle of liiiiife
and it mooooooooves us alllllll
through despair and hope
through something and something
ummm . . . hakuna matada!

6:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey there Cake k, hows life?
havent read your blog in ages, then when i go to comment, someone has already 'sang' it...
oh well... hope life is treatin you well
Crayon :)

10:33 PM  

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