1. A mixture of decaying organic matter, as from leaves and manure, used to improve soil structure and provide nutrients.
2. A composition; a mixture
The above definition of compost is courtesy of dictionary.com, and technically could be called accurate. But don’t you think it shortchanges the magic of horticulture? I say “magic”, because what else can you call it when substances as disparate as coffee grounds, carrot toppings and bread—subjected to the forces of bacteria, sun and rain—combine to form a life-giving substrate?
What has this got to do with Tartitude? Hahaha. Good question.
It’s merely that my brain is fried from a totally AWESOME critique group meeting last night; and that I’m not organized to have a post done in advance; and that my commitment to you folks is to have something to say at least three times a week.
First up, a link my thirteen-year-old son recommends. And not to pressure you, or anything, but he’s watching keenly to see how many of you choose his video over his sister’s.
Next up, my daughter’s choice – a skit I somehow missed in my period of Monty Python indoctrination:
Lastly, my own link, which comes via Smart Bitches, Trashy Books. I love it for its title, for the delicious inappropriateness of its subject, and because it lets me know that no matter how far I might go at the Tartitude, there are always others who have pushed that line just a little further.