Monthly Archives: February 2013
I am livid. This isn’t my normal “rant for five minutes” anger, this is full blown, make-an-activist-look-sane rage. I can’t even explain to you how absolutely, mind-blowingly angry I am at some recent information I found. I will probably rant for weeks about this.
As some of you may know, I decided to plant a vegetable garden. Spring is basically here, with maybe one more frost before the state warms to its usually balmy 90+ degrees, and I’ve already gotten my garden underway. Currently, I’ve already planted mint, bush beans, parsley, strawberries, tomatoes (being kept indoors), an apple tree sprout, and I’ve still got basil, cucumbers, lettuce and celery left waiting to be nestled in a dirt bed. Since I don’t have sufficient sunlight in my back yard, everything’s being grown in pots in the front yard. Mobile, compact, and easy.
Anyway, I had planned, if all goes well this growing season, to transform half of my front yard into a wondrous Eden of edible foliage. I wanted a dozen or so of each plant, resting comfortable in raised beds in full sunlight by May of 2014. According to the city, this can’t happen.
“Why not” you ask? “Vegetable gardens are lovely” you say? Of course they are. However, according to city ordinances in countless cities across the country, vegetable gardens just aren’t “suitable”, and since they aren’t “suitable”, this means the city can levy a fine of $500 a day against you until you rip up what you worked hard to put down.
$500 because we, the public, don’t want to pay out the nose for mass-produced, nearly-rotten food. They don’t care if you pay thousands of dollars a year for plush green grass. They don’t care if you want twenty-three rose bushes. They DO care if you’ve got half a dozen crops. This has got to stop.
If you want to help make a difference, help homeowners have the right to grow their own food, sign this and let your voice be heard.
Sorry again, dear readers, for the long interval between posting. The past couple of months have taken a toll on me. My parents are currently sick, I still can’t find a job, and the stressors just keep building. I’ve had four nervous breakdowns in two months, and, at this point, I think the come-and-stay depression is completely justified.
Despite all this, however, I’m still trying very hard to find my creative outlet. My garden is almost ready to start, I’ve been working on several crochet projects, building my recipe folder, and I recently started making odds and ends for a friend’s business. When that really gets going, I’ll post a shameless-promotion-blog with links and pictures, and all that nifty jazz.
Speaking of, if anyone wants to buy a gray and pearl white scarf, let me know.
One of the things I’m working on, that I really hope works out, is a small webcomic. Or at least illustrations to go with my blogs. We recently got a scanner, and if I can get a decent photo-editing program working on this laptop, I’ll probably start adding some visual comedy to this aesthetically boring blog.
We’ll see how this all works out!
Until next time, readers.