The introduction part of this essential video is so inspiring and the photography is enchanting. “They all belong here,” the weedy gardener says. He’s so clever with his presentations.
Bugs, bees, mice, bacteria — everything. All lives matter.
From what I am hearing, many people of color are tired of being served as victims. They want to be treated as equals and not thought of as someone needing so much help — capable of everything everyone else is. Perhaps a more important stance will be to consider EVERYONE gardening partners on this space that we call Earth.
Yes, the title was a little bit clickish, but hey, attentions are so distracted by nonsense — it seems necessary to yell “Squirrel” in such times as these — or “Fire!!!”
“Fire in the hole! Start growing food!!”
I’m going to have to watch this one a few times and find some substitutes for comfrey, chicken poo and seaweed. Of pee, there is an abundance.
Who would have thought that bacteria poo or that plants can suck them in, suck them dry and return their hollow shells to the soil to go back and do it all over again? It never entered my mind.
Isn’t this world a wonder.
The things we fail to think of.
In my own little paradise, two of the gorilla racks are being turned sideways to continue the idea of a catio as well as some protection for the Anna Apple for the worst parts of summer — this back yard gets ALL day sun, ALL year long.
There is a little square hole in the wall where there was a cooler at some point. It had a window when I took this house. I have since knocked it out and it is just covered with … whatever I could find to close the hole I so erroneously made before knowing what I was doing. It’s high up, comes out of the bedroom and will make a perfect place to start a catwalk over the sidewalk like a bridge to the rack. Eventually both racks will be linked and enclosed to give the kitties plenty of options from where to hawk their prey.
That was a lot of work turning that rack and making it level. Now for the other one on the other side of the tree.
Meanwhile, MickeyMouser, the fraidycat is snoozing under the covers. He crawls in there to hide and stays a good part of the day after I get out. As temperatures cool, they are both wanting to be right on top of me most of the time — Lucy especially. Cats really seem to like heat??
I’m trying to squeeze in as may images as I can before I decide whether I want to pay $4 a month to continue. Embedded videos don’t count toward media storage. Cool to know.
I’m off to a meeting to see if there are enough of us with like minds to matter toward figuring out some kind of strategy if the world suddenly goes darker.
See you later, alligators.