A few days ago I wrote in regards to the disappearance of our plant information.
That when an elder dies, a library burns.
I acquired a blended response every part from settlement to indignant center aged males screaming at me.
Actually, the dearth of capability to suppose stuff via nonetheless gob-smacks me.
I ponder how these haters navigate the planet. However hey, it’s an indication of the occasions I suppose.
Or extra doubtless, 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 not going to be sharing my finest work in public or on social media.
I’ll maintain posting these missives in some imprecise hope you may be a part of me on my mailing checklist.
That you may break your habit to social and digital fistycuffs, and as an alternative select a relaxed and extra serene place to provide your consideration.
While you be a part of me it’s like hanging out collectively subsequent to a relaxed, nonetheless pool having previous yarn about vegetation, nature and life’s easy joys.
