A number of days in the past I wrote concerning the disappearance of our plant information.
That when an elder dies, a library burns.
I obtained a blended response the whole lot from settlement to offended center aged males screaming at me.
Actually, the shortage of potential to assume stuff by nonetheless gob-smacks me.
I’m wondering how these haters navigate the planet. However hey, it’s an indication of the occasions I suppose.
Or extra probably, the algorithm that retains everybody perpetually in a state of rage and hatred in direction of, oh I dunno, chocolate buttons or some such.
Which is why in 2025 I’m now not going to be sharing my finest work in public or on social media.
I’ll hold posting these missives in some imprecise hope you’ll be able to be part of me on my mailing listing.
You can break your habit to social and digital fistycuffs, and as an alternative select a relaxed and extra serene place to offer your consideration.
Whenever you be part of me it’s like hanging out collectively subsequent to a relaxed, nonetheless pool having a very good outdated yarn about crops, nature and life’s easy joys.
