This story is mine. It's about being a gardener, and how the meaning of that changed over the decades. It's about what I garden now, not just out of the rich soil of one garden plot, but also in the work I do in the context of this stunning collapse of the old political culture of the U.S. I've been a gardener for a long time, but it means something different now, coming as it does at the same time as our human destruction of planetary systems is starting to really impact everything and everyone. It's all happening so fast now and the gardening metaphor helps me see and understand it - and fear it less.
Collapse is coming for a reason. It is inevitable now. It needs to happen. It will not be pretty.
It seems to me that the essential gardening question we face in the context of collapse is this: what are we cultivating to replace it?