Much has happened since I last wrote.
First, and most relevant to my recent lack of writing: my house was forcibly broken into. I couldn't wish this on anyone. While my relatively frugal lifestyle meant I didn't have much to lose, it shook my confidence in a big way. I also lost my computer on which I was blogging, which meant: no more blog.
Somewhat later, I received a job offer in a new city. Which I've subsequently accepted, and moved for.
Much has changed. My former land in central Texas is now tended by a lovely friend. And I now live in extremely urban San Francisco, yearning to garden.
The plan is to kick-start this blog again. For my part, I intend to talk more about adventures in urban foraging, and eventually community gardening. A dear friend intends to write about her small plot on the beach.
And so: gardening continues: no matter how small nor transient the space. In the meantime, I grow herbs on a windowsill, and am grateful for the times I am able to connect with wild spaces, and the times I inspire.
May the alliances with the green ones continue to inspire you. I will be back to aid you, and them -