Must've been the lentils

After last night's high winds, I had to walk around the yard for an hour gathering fallen branches and twigs. They half filled our green wheelie bin. You wonder how the trees can afford to lose so many. I suppose it's like me cleaning hair out of my brush and comb every morning, yet somehow not bald. Yes, that was a fart joke in the heading. At a 2000 Olympics party I attended in Sydney, there was a fella with a T-shirt that said "RESPECT FARTS". I've been pondering that slogan like a Zen koan ever since.