Even as I saw this and went to get the camera and then came back down the hill hoping I could pick this acorn out from the hundreds of others, even as I first noticed it, I thought, 'Hope is the thing with feathers.' But of course here hope is a thing with roots, that roots. Broken by winter. Soaked by the chill of melting snow. Here comes the sun. Small chance of success. Doesn't matter. Take that next step anyway. Root. Persevere.
And this, this is wood, warmth, fresh bread whether no knead, corn, or biscuits and gravy. This is the whole family working together even tho at diverse times perhaps. This is community from how I got this horse to how I feed this horse. This is, I remember those trees 25 years ago. This is, we have a plan to get that road rocked again if we manage to pull it off littling along. And this really is life to me, doing something I love with folks I love. It is a real kick to finesse a 2000# beast doing something actually practical.
"LOOK PEOPLE. You can see it at the grocery store, yeah, in the bologna bin, repent of your evil exploitative ways, repent and sin no more. Grow a garden. Salvation does not lie in spending your money, in saving your standard of living, in making the world trade oil in dollars. Salvation depends on how you get your money, and not getting much of it to begin with because much money means much exploitation and this you cannot do. This is how you kill your fellow man and the world and call it giving back. As the prophet Eleutheros says, you break their legs and give them crutches and call that virtue. You must not break legs to begin with. You must not kill to begin with. You must repent and take a step back, one step at a time, step back to a real life, consuming only what you yourself produce. Consider a pack of bologna to be opulent, and consider ostentatiousness to be the worst of vulgarities."