Today I'm embarrassed to say that I have a little headache from drinking a little too much R&R Whiskey last night. I went to a birthday party right after the meeting with the divorce mediator and spontaneously celebrated the final terms of the divorce. Hallelujah and if there are other feelings, they haven't arisen yet. Well, except for the feeling of an achy head. I'm sure the garden doesn't ever hurt. Nor does it wallow in its woes.
Well, what about that? Soil in pain? Even when it is cracked and parched, it doesn't feel pain—or does it? I may be on to something here. Soil as a living thing—which it is—feeling pain? What could we do about that? Couldn't walk on it, could we? Or what about backhoes and other land movers? What about flooded areas or broken areas hit by earthquakes. I believe the pain we feel in regard to disturbances is ours, not the earth's. Although there are some who'd argue this theory. But I think it is worthy of questioning the treatment of the earth. Loving it instead of disregarding it, etc. Huh, well anyway…
Today I was thinking about planting up that big pot that got delivered yesterday. I'm going to try the carrot netting method—lots of carrots growing in a big pot with a growing cloth covering them. The growing cloth is white and airy and lets the sun and water through. It lifts easily with the growing carrot tops and it keeps the little flies out that bore into the orange flesh. Try it if you live in an area, like the Pacific NW, that challenges the carrot lover.
Moi resting now, Ciao!
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