Cool beans.

Well.  I kinda just want to be a hermit.  I’ve been pretty annoyed with politics lately, especially with what’s going on right now.  I haven’t been watching the news (which is pretty out of character for me) and I’ve been kind of detached from society.  I never had social media.  Honestly, it’s better this way.

A big part of my paper (it was on communal farms) was about how the government is failing us.  No matter how much money we decide to throw at it to fix these problems, it’s just not going to happen.  We can’t even trust the guys up there to do the right thing for the good of the people, the very definition of their job.  The only person I can depend on is, well, me.

Wendell Berry was onto something when he said that the only way to live free was to grow your own food.  I can’t think of anything more liberating than growing your food (or knitting your own clothes.)

For those of you who don’t know, I really like beans.  I really, really, like them.  My favorite plant family is definitely the legume family.  I’ve grown plants before, but I’m excited because I’m growing black beans this year.  My parents aren’t necessarily thrilled with having a big black tray full of dirt by the window sill at the moment, but come harvest time they’ll change their tune.  I’m hoping that when I move out I’ll be completely self-sufficient as far as food goes.  Hopefully with a big greenhouse.  

I think a lot of problems could be solved if people would just grow their own food.  I wish we could have a community garden here.  There’s a few plant nurseries, so… Why not a garden?  Or why can’t we grow stuff like Ron Finley? (He has to be my favorite person on the planet right now.)  We could use our lawns.  Or grow lights inside the house. On the roof of an apartment complex.  Plants are really a lot of fun.  I wish more people were excited about gardening like I am.