Life has felt like a bit of a downer lately. Have you noticed?
Come on! The airwaves are filled with racism, sexism, homophobia… Everyday there’s this wanna-be demagogue hollering poorly-articulated calls to march into the past – so we can just get more of the racism and the sexism and the homophobia, I guess.
We’ve got innocent people being murdered daily by the authorities supposedly empowered to protect us – right here in America. Global war, terror, death, children who look like this, a complete and total lack of human compassion about it all and, my favorite…
NO!!! Not really. I am NOT going to stand for this.
I am trying to shake myself out of it – I HAVE to shake myself out of it. I have to fight back and get back on track here against this massive depression setting in. And the best way for me to do that is to start fixing problems everywhere I can locate them so…
Here. I. Go.
Climate change is motherf#@%in’ REAL motherf#@%ers. It’s all around us here in California. The sea is rising, the rain has stopped falling (El Niño didn’t end the drought, you non-reading people), the ground is sinking, the wells are dry, the fires are raging, and the forests are dying.
So there’s something for me to refocus on! I’ve plunged head-first into readying my property in Arnold to be the warmer, rainier, more diverse forest of the future it wants to become. I’m teaching my elderly (non-reading) neighbor Nick how to do it (and why) as I go.
My pines are being cut, I’ve just finished reconfiguring the drainage all around our land to accept more rain than snow in the coming decades, cleared the easement in front of the property, and built a retaining wall.
(Well – I designed it all and hired someone to do it, and he got it done, okay?)
Next, in the last days of fall, we’ll plant this hill above the retaining wall (where the pines were) with native Emerald Carpet to give it a natural foresty feel as you approach the cabin and to secure the soil:
I think Trent is happy to see me in solutions mode, at least – I think. Because the alternative – despair – is not pretty. Not at all.
NEXT: I move on to fixing systemic racism in America. You think I kid, but actually, I’m kinda already on it. And it’s gonna be a big kill. Big like a 145-foot tall ponderosa pine falling to a little itsy bitsy bark beetle…