Misty morning and mighty mountains lie and loom in and over the valleys to the east. My throne grows colder, as I try desperately to spread out the first point of impact and lessen the shock. There is dust on the ground, finally. I have put some in a jar, just in case it rains again. The frost has mown my lawn, left a mosaic of beige and green to mimic the diversity of my topography. Dappled sunshine with long legs caresses my bare thighs; they’re only regular exposure now. Sunshine, the great battery charger in the sky, is finally being returned to its rightful place as heir apparent to the great battery itself, fossil fuel. I’ve always held the view that the earth has been the productive recipient of sunlight over the millennia for a bigger reason than so we can use it all up in 300 years, cause a lump in the population graph, and return to the dark ages. If indeed, we are a battery in space, storing energy from the sun, what would the sun have to say about us wasting it and trying to compete by shining it back out into space? Now we have a serious attempt to forge a transition between the old fossil age and the new sunlight age, we’re at a turning point. If we succeed, I imagine the sun will smile on us happily and warm our hearts and souls with an unpolluted embrace. This brings me to something that has not even been mentioned in the carbon tax debate, happiness. As our eco-education increases and our children come to know about the earth and sustainability ( and this IS slowly happening across the board in education circles) how many of us will be happy to work in unsustainable, polluting industries like coal or mining. If they are the only jobs available, and people are forced to do things they have been rightly educated are not good for the planet, what will be the cost to our society? Educated people find it harder to justify and rationalise their income from unsustainable sources. Their integrity will be compromised and we will add to the moral and social decay we are already experiencing as a nation. So bring on the green jobs for a happier planet and meaningful lives. I’m so, so happy about the carbon tax, so happy we lit a massive bonfire to celebrate!! Back to poo. I’ve been asked by a few to elaborate on the function of the septic tank. The mysterious place we flush all our by-products into, never to be seen or heard of again (only smelled!). In fact a properly functioning septic should not smell too bad at all. Everything that goes into a septic will do one of three things once it arrives. It will float, (grease, oil etc.) sink, (sediment, particulate matter etc.) or it will go into solution with the water in the tank (nutrients, salts etc.) What flows out of the tank and into the trenches / beds will theoretically be only the third component, the black water. The rest floats or sinks and slowly builds up inside the tank where it decomposes via slow, inefficient anaerobic processes. When there is less than a third of the volume of the tank free water, i.e. neither sediment nor floating flocculent, the tank needs to be pumped out. If the tank is not emptied, the sewage will back up into your house and let you know in no uncertain manner.