Confessions of a subsistence freelance writer;
The transition from hunter-gatherer to farmer has always fascinated me. The ability to plant, cultivate and harvest crops stands alongside the emergence of self-awareness, control of fire, the wheel, and the development of mathematics and written language as one of humanity’s transformational events. We became something different once we began to farm.
I have found something like that taking place in me. For a variety of reasons – partly financial, partly intellectual – I have approached my land with tools that, for the most part, would have been available in 1014: scythes, sickles and mattocks recognisable from paintings and tapestries of 11th-century farms. How long would I last if thrust back by time machine or a collapse of the sort popular in apocalypse porn?
He eventually drove his poor wife crazy.

Read somewhere that higher CO2 counts results in more tree grow, lower equates to more grasses, shrubbery.
Eventually though all this will be under ice again; but hopefully not in my lifetime as I don’t like the freezing cold that much.
Get liquid concentrate on line – gal lasts us a few years. 🙂
There are viable alternatives to the banned herbicides. Don’t just complain in ignorance, educate yourself.