I woke up this first day of the New Year thinking about over-consumption. No, not of overindulgence from the drink or food variety. But, instead, of the just sheer wasteful consumption of our species. I got dressed for chores in my new union suit, wrapped my new scarf around my neck, put on my new barn jacket and slid my new wallet into the pocket of my old overalls; all the new items were Christmas gifts that I appreciated and needed.
But just the sheer mountain of stuff and garbage that we accumulate is embarrassing. The blogger at Spiral Staircase has written about the impacts of our species in his latest post Killing From a Distance. The concept of our species killing the future resonated with me. I’m not sure what to do about it, being too firmly embedded in the project of building our terminal midden. I guess I’ll do my part and carry the trash out.
Now, so as not too leave you thinking this old farmer has lost his spark and appreciation for this world, I leave you with an awkward segue. Here are some pictures of our winter greens.
Beautiful “winter” greens. The hoop house appears to be doing quite well. So, what is the yellow flower in the first photo? Looks a bit like a dandelion to these eyes. The leaves look like a lettuce of some sort.
In Nashville Friday for the bowl game. Tennessee prevailed, but Nebraska managed a few moments… maybe next time.
Happy new year – and enjoy that Kohlrabi – it looks delicious.
Well, my dear Yankee friend, I wouldn’t expect you to know what flowering mustard greens would look like. Nashville? Make sure to let me know next time you are back in k-town.
The kohlrabi is delicious. I always think of it as the veggie worlds answer to Sputnik.
Interesting observation about Sputnik… I’d always figured the engineer who designed Sputnik was an avid Kohl crop gardener.
Sputnik? Kohl? You two can’t leave politics alone for even a moment.
What if the rapidly diminishing returns on futurophagy could enable a generation of grandchildren to become the movement for change their hippie grandparents had only lip-synched, out of pure necessity?
After all, they’re malleable, need something to do and won’t have the resources to do the consumey thing. They couldn’t fail even if they tried.