by Jim Edminster, Chicago, IL
Let's start this glorious May Day with a seemingly gloomy item from
the NY Times: A woman, Katrina Spade, is trying to start a composting
business. For human bodies. She has titled her enterprise the Urban
Death Project & estimates the whole process would cost about $2500,
much less than any burial. Think about this a bit - I've kidded for
years that I wanted to die on the dance floor & be put in my compost
heap. Cemeteries are overcrowded and even crematoria chapels (with
niches for ashes in urns) are becoming too full. Ms Spade will return
about 3 cubic feet of perfectly good dirt to the bereaved for the garden
or forest or park. Dust to dust you all.
A
couple more sad stories: Horticulture magazine reports some (unlabeled)
flats of flowers have been sprayed with pesticides that attract &
poison bees. Don't plant Callery (aka Bradford) pears anymore: they
have weak crotches which break easily & worse - when blooming they
smell like something nasty your dog has rolled in. (These are
ornamental non-bearing plants.)
I
hereby establish the "Ivy League Sub-section of the Guerilla Gardening
Society." Lately people have been putting up large windowless,
unornamented red brick buildings in the hood. These buildings need
something. Ivy comes to mind. My house has ivy & it has ivy
berries. These berries seem to be flying to the bases of these
buildings. Imagine!
