Maggie's Farm

Now I admit, there were times 'over there' when the soft stuff was in short supply, and one learned to be artful in stretching out or maximizing the little that might be available. But Ms Crowe's idea would, nonetheless, have been greeted with the ridicule and derision it so richly deserves. One would think she would be somewhat embarrassed by her suggestion, after some reflection on her part, but I have heard of no mea culpa. Just shows how deep the 'green' mania has become, I suppose.

Now, OTOH, my ol' granny preferred pine needles, plentiful in her locale. They gave me chiggers, but not her, not sure why, that. She also abhorred outhouse's, considered a dug hole of that nature a blasphemy upon her 160 acres. She just took a walk to a different deep spot in the woods when needed, no matter the weather. Would come back and tell me stories of the animals she saw while on her constitutional. Next time she went that way all was naturally composted and gone. Course that's one person, with occasional (hardy) visitors, on a fair amount of land. Not practical otherwise, obviously. Apologies re the bandwidth.