I had the most wonderful dream the other night. I dreamt I had a beautiful piece of property, and was busy working in my gardens. I had a grape arbor, and one of those arched trellises for growing squash on.
Someone had given me eight chickens, and they followed me around like puppies. And I believe there was an actual puppy in there somewhere too. Rich had a wonderful natural swimming pool dug, and I was transplanting corn plants.
It was idyllic; and I was crazy happy. First dream I’ve remembered so vividly in a long time.
Then I woke up. Continue reading “The Survival Garden: Gardeners in a dangerous time”