“Maybe we don’t see so many Monarch butterflies these days, but the milkweed are blooming, and holding up their end of the board. It’s something that’s been bothering me this week. You know, it can be hard to complain about factual criminals, when they’re disguised in plain sight. I’ll never win that battle. They are far more clever, and cunning, than I. But they won’t be able to follow me up the cow paths I wander and into the wild, where society’s “rules” will never hold sway. There are psychic landscapes, that mirror the actual land. Which is nothing woo-woo. It’s merely that boundaries follow integrity. And you won’t be coming along this time, if what you did was fabricate, obfuscate, exclude, & exile others, by design. Sorry! Not sorry. I’ve got a whole new paradigm, that has left that behind. Funny, the things you learn, when a whole group of fan boys and girls, not just a little bit culty, kick you to the curb. But Vermont is bucolic, by nature, and peaceful, if you turn inward, honestly, and outwardly, keep a low profile. Down, down, into the ditches where Joe Pye weed is king, and jewel weed, bedazzling. Down where the horse tail breeds like a race horse, and out performs every showy perennial. Amidst forests of ferns, and copses of violets, there, by the grace of god, go I. On my hands & knees, or scooting in a sitting position, or possibly laying on my side, to reach an offending weed. All in a day’s work, as they say. I’ve dug chameleon plant, forget-me-nots, lobelia and grass, in the same day, without animosity. It’s just that some don’t belong, in my beautified areas. They would be beautiful - somewhere else. It’s my job to divide, so that the best can be with the best, right now, right here, in this curated moment, which allows me to choose. I’ve had plenty of years, when I had no choice. When placing meals on the table, getting kids to school on time, and putting myself last, was how I survived. But this is no wah-wah, poor me diatribe. Far from it. I love how it all panned out. Certainly not what I expected, but hey. I’ve built an empire out of toothpicks, mud and spit. You can always drop by here, and be assured of a strong, flavorful cup of coffee, or water, as pure as it comes, right out of the tap.”
