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Reflection
It's that thiner book that I put between the monitor and the speaker that my eyes keep returning to.
I don't remember when I got it, or where really. It was probally one of the many books that was in the bargin section in Annie's that fills my top shelf.
I carried it in my bookbag at Castleton for a while, to read durring down time. Flopped on the bed in a sunbeam to page through.
It's not anything special, one of many. The story of a pair of guys who moved out of the city and started a farm.
Only not.
They never call it a farm, really. It's a garden. A freaking HUGE garden, but still, a garden.
Where does that line lie, I wonder?
They didn't move out to get "Back to the land" or to drop out, or any of that. They wanted to grow stuff.
Just that simple. No specific plans, no real goals in mind becides just having space to plant.
Flowers alongside vegetiables, everything in a chaotic harmony, thriving in a natural way.
Fuck this preconstructed self sufficant bullshit.
Getting back in touch with nature has no blue print, has no detailed layout or plan.
I just want to plant stuff.
I--- well, not really made the desision, but... condenced a feeling that I don't want to do a veggie farm.
I made a list of all the seeds I have. There's a definatly leaning there. A few diffrent veggies, and a whole lot o herbs and flowers.
I don't want to have this huge book to tell me how to do everything. I don't want to plot out what a homestead should look like. I don't want to build my own house when there's one already there. I don't want to do everything myself and live uptop of a freaking mile long hill on a plot of land that I gave a fancy name.
Frannen craves community. A balance between man and nature, of chaos and order, of ordered chaos and chaotic order.
The prepackaged idea of homesteading isn't sustainable. Noone can be truely self sufficant. We just don't have the resources to do it with the current population. It makes no sence to go "Back to the land" by cutting down trees to build a new house and then cutting down more of them to heat it. Build huge because the most expencive part is the roof and foundation and you never know when you'll want to expand.
I just...
I just want to plant things. Things that aren't practical, but that are part of nature and are beautiful in their own way. I want to have a garden overrun by strawberries and pumpkin vines that try to reach the driveway. I want a butterfuly garden that takes up half the yard that's scattered harmouniously with a hundred diffrent plants, some which I can't even identify. I want to plant "useless" trees that won't give off fruit or sap but just exist for sake of existing. I want a duck pond, just to have it, and chickens for the Sennet to chase around while we snatch still warm eggs from the nest to make pancakes with.
I don't care about how practical it is. I don't care about how well it'll tide me through the winter, or how much it would cost to buy things in a store. A homegrown tomato isn't to be found in a grocery, but can be bought from a CSA or farmers market.
I want to grow flowers, herbs and berries, squash I'll probally never eat, peas that'll never make it to the kitchen, tomatos to make sauce with, where it doesn't matter how funny they look, as long as they taste good. Things that look nice, things that smell good, things that make me go 'Eeee' for no good reason. Strawberries in winter. Flowers in sping. Endless genery in sumer. Tiny squash that never ripen in fall.
Let me play in the dirt and not worry about what to plant where. Basil next to the tomatos, flowers where they wish, let the lettus grow til it blooms.
Isn't getting in touch with nature about finding nature within yourself?
You need chaos within your order in order to find balance. You need order inside your chaos to keep it.
I just want to make the Earth grow in greens, reds and golds, and any other colour that touch can bring forth.
I don't remember when I got it, or where really. It was probally one of the many books that was in the bargin section in Annie's that fills my top shelf.
I carried it in my bookbag at Castleton for a while, to read durring down time. Flopped on the bed in a sunbeam to page through.
It's not anything special, one of many. The story of a pair of guys who moved out of the city and started a farm.
Only not.
They never call it a farm, really. It's a garden. A freaking HUGE garden, but still, a garden.
Where does that line lie, I wonder?
They didn't move out to get "Back to the land" or to drop out, or any of that. They wanted to grow stuff.
Just that simple. No specific plans, no real goals in mind becides just having space to plant.
Flowers alongside vegetiables, everything in a chaotic harmony, thriving in a natural way.
Fuck this preconstructed self sufficant bullshit.
Getting back in touch with nature has no blue print, has no detailed layout or plan.
I just want to plant stuff.
I--- well, not really made the desision, but... condenced a feeling that I don't want to do a veggie farm.
I made a list of all the seeds I have. There's a definatly leaning there. A few diffrent veggies, and a whole lot o herbs and flowers.
I don't want to have this huge book to tell me how to do everything. I don't want to plot out what a homestead should look like. I don't want to build my own house when there's one already there. I don't want to do everything myself and live uptop of a freaking mile long hill on a plot of land that I gave a fancy name.
Frannen craves community. A balance between man and nature, of chaos and order, of ordered chaos and chaotic order.
The prepackaged idea of homesteading isn't sustainable. Noone can be truely self sufficant. We just don't have the resources to do it with the current population. It makes no sence to go "Back to the land" by cutting down trees to build a new house and then cutting down more of them to heat it. Build huge because the most expencive part is the roof and foundation and you never know when you'll want to expand.
I just...
I just want to plant things. Things that aren't practical, but that are part of nature and are beautiful in their own way. I want to have a garden overrun by strawberries and pumpkin vines that try to reach the driveway. I want a butterfuly garden that takes up half the yard that's scattered harmouniously with a hundred diffrent plants, some which I can't even identify. I want to plant "useless" trees that won't give off fruit or sap but just exist for sake of existing. I want a duck pond, just to have it, and chickens for the Sennet to chase around while we snatch still warm eggs from the nest to make pancakes with.
I don't care about how practical it is. I don't care about how well it'll tide me through the winter, or how much it would cost to buy things in a store. A homegrown tomato isn't to be found in a grocery, but can be bought from a CSA or farmers market.
I want to grow flowers, herbs and berries, squash I'll probally never eat, peas that'll never make it to the kitchen, tomatos to make sauce with, where it doesn't matter how funny they look, as long as they taste good. Things that look nice, things that smell good, things that make me go 'Eeee' for no good reason. Strawberries in winter. Flowers in sping. Endless genery in sumer. Tiny squash that never ripen in fall.
Let me play in the dirt and not worry about what to plant where. Basil next to the tomatos, flowers where they wish, let the lettus grow til it blooms.
Isn't getting in touch with nature about finding nature within yourself?
You need chaos within your order in order to find balance. You need order inside your chaos to keep it.
I just want to make the Earth grow in greens, reds and golds, and any other colour that touch can bring forth.