A few days ago I wrote about the disappearance of our plant knowledge.
That when an elder dies, a library burns.
I got a mixed response everything from agreement to angry middle aged men screaming at me.
Honestly, the lack of ability to think stuff through still gob-smacks me.
I wonder how these haters navigate the planet. But hey, it’s a sign of the times I suppose.
Or more likely, the algorithm that keeps everyone perpetually in a state of rage and hatred towards, oh I dunno, chocolate buttons or some such.
Which is why in 2025 I am no longer going to be sharing my best work in public or on social media.
I’ll keep posting these missives in some vague hope you can join me on my mailing list.
That you can break your addiction to social and digital fistycuffs, and instead choose a calm and more serene place to give your attention.
When you join me it’s like hanging out together next to a calm, still pool having a good old yarn about plants, nature and life’s simple joys.
Talk soon,
