I never thought I would be able to gain access again to this blogger account. (That's why the updates have been so infrequent). I really hate (love) technology. Especially when it escapes me...like it usually does. Somehow it will save us and be the end of us. Technology. That is.
That's why I like, no love, the black dirt. It heals me. It's so basic. It's so the antithesis of technology. It's millions of years old. The black dirt. And it's not mine. Even though I "bought" some acres of dirt. I am just a custodian, aka janitor, (isn't that what they called the man in high school who cleaned our classrooms?) There is nothing quite like standing in those dark, black soils. Barefoot. With the expansive skies above. Chemtrails and all. They (chemtrails) don't really have any effect on me. I am immune. To those who wish to do me harm.
All I want to do is grow some kale. Some really good kale. Some kale without spraying anything on it. Just compost tea. And share it. With some like minded folks. Is that too much to ask?
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The three Hesperides are Aegle "dazzling light", Erytheia "the red one" and Hesperia. The Garden of Hesperides is Hera's orchard, a grove of immortality-giving golden apple trees. The apples were planted from the fruited branches that Gaia gave to her as a wedding gift when Hera accepted Zeus. The Hesperides were given the task of tending to the grove, but occasionally plucked from it themselves. Not trusting them, Hera also placed in the garden a never-sleeping, hundred-headed, dragon named Ladon.
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