
Think funky chicken on squeezebox, guys with beerguts and leather shorts, corn dogs and bratwurst, bad belly dancers balancing swords on their foreheads shimmying to California Dreaming.
What is it about plant blindness? What do you notice? Weeds and trees leaves and flowers? I see color, form and substance. Plants in my suburban garden feed us and the angora rabbits. Plants color the wool that I spin. Here's the thing - my husband has lost his job. I just don't know what to say here.