My less then stellar attitude at this point, makes me wonder about next year , and the year after that. I think about global warming. Wonder if we are seeing the beginning of our self induced apocalypse. I want to plant as many trees and shrubs this next spring as I can manage. I wonder if they will just burn up in the possible heat and drought, or maybe, just maybe, I will be doing something important to avert what seems to be an inescapable future. I think I am the perfect person to face such problems. Realistic enough to acknowledge that it exists, but optimistic enough to believe I can make a change. Stupid enough to believe that I can even influence some other people to also put forth an effort to create a better world. So, are you all listening? Plant something!
I'm actually stupid enough to think I would like to make a double order of trees and shrubs from the Department of Natural Resources next spring. I don't know how I would manage. That would be a thousand trees and shrubs. That would be a lot of work. A lot of money. Probably around four to five hundred dollars worth of planting material. But wouldn't it be so incredibly amazing if I could pull it off?! Makes me feel jazzed just to think about it.
Then I think about my physical limitations... then I get a bit depressed. All in all, I think too much. I want to be outside. I'm tired of being cooped up in the house! Too many mood swings! Too damn hot! There is nothing for me to do but to go make pancakes for breakfast. Pancakes always make a person feel better. Pancakes! food for the apocalypse!... or possibly, hopefully, not.