I am not growing a garden. I am growing an elk lure. The loathsome parasites have already stripped the salmonberry bushes.
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I collected just enough to make a small jar of bright orange jam. Last week, I needed a horse and a cat.
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This week, I also need a dog. To get a dog, I need something to trade. To brew something to trade, I must guard my corn.
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To guard my corn, I require a dog. The universe has not abandoned her venomous sense of humor.
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The berm around the brine pond is now green with bloodthirsty sawgrass.
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If I never in my life have to plant another blade of that wretched plant, I will die content.
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Each day, I inspect the pond, tasting for salt, hoping to see rime at the edge.
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Each day, I sluice in a little more seawater. Each day, I stand alert for thunderheads that will flood my pond and ruin my brine.
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Each day, I split and stack more wood I hope will be used to stave off the winter chill rather than boil brine.
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@Spivonomist I am already living in this world. :)
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