Living above savages makes it challenging to do any gardening.  Nevertheless, after picking up their gun hardware and rocks left strewn in the lawn, so I could mow, I managed to retrieve some actual greens and herbs from the raised beds, and tend to the volunteer tomato plants and other veggies which showed up from last year’s seeds.  We haven’t invested any money or time in seeds or plants this year, because it’s pointless.  But it’s amazing what came back for free.

I was excited to see my swamp milkweed blooming for the first time (for Monarchs), and also my pink coneflowers.  The big yellow sundrops have been blooming all spring, and the neighbor’s pink hydrangeas are flowering.  There have been tons of mulberries, which attract birds, the raspberries are ripening, and the old apple tree has its green apples.

It sucks having to sneak around in our own yard and hide out upstairs like fugitives, but all the more reason to keep focused on our plan.  We have to hold onto the modest hopes we have left, or what’s the point of living?  No one can live without hope.