The leaves are down. The wood stacked. It's dark by dinner time. Instead of weeding the vegetable patch, we'll be reading and writing. We'll be fantasizing about making love to the garden in the spring. We'll be reading seed catalogs and gardening books like they are erotic tales of the divine among us. Because they are.
In the meantime, politicians in Washington continue to steal from the middle class and offer welfare to the bankster class. Still, I am grateful for the opportunity to grow some food and living among the trees. Small joys have always made a difference.
This winter is a great time to plan for next year's growing season and the winter beyond that. Seriously, consider what you can provide for yourself from your own plot of land. Unplug a little from the global corporate food chain. Start to declare your independence from big ag, big food, big everything. Get human. Corporations are not human beings. You are. Corporations do not have human rights. You do. Choosing to assert your smallness does not make you a denailist. Just say 'yes' to the pleasure of providing for your self and your family from the goodness of the land.
I predict that the continued unraveling of our economy will be just slow enough to stave off open revolt among formerly employed middle class people, the nouveau poor. This is my worry anyway. Suffering will increase gradually as income goes down, inflation accelerates and tax burdens increase. Because we live in the United States and have been inculcated with the myth of the boot straps and a level playing field, a lot of us will keep trying to do right by our families and kids. But simple goals of work, shelter, college for the kids, retirement with dignity will always feel a stretch.
If you want peace, prepare for war. If you want food, prepare for spring this winter.
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