I am insecure about a great many things, but my work ethic isn’t one of them.
I can worry a problem into submission.
Of this I am supremely confident.
But, I must report, my yard is full of weeds.
I am growing food to eat.
I am experimenting with eating things untouched by chemicals.
These plants grow in boxes – large and small - throughout my yard.
They are modestly prospering.
If I could figure out how I cultivated such a heaven for weeds –
and apply it to the calorie reaping plants –
hunger in the Southwest would be a thing of the past.
Grace in the Morning Rain
On Kale and Daughters
My Last Card
Rockin' The House
The Unlikely Is Not The Imposible
Leave A Message
The Gospel of Doubt
In The Weeds
Clever or Not You're Ready