
Edgeworthia chrysantha taken several years ago in Washington Park between the Rose Garden Store and the tennis courts.
[I know, many of us are already growing weary of the political circus/blood fest we now find ourselves in. Since I’ve retired from the work day world, I find myself alternately blessed and cursed with time, time which I can spend working myself into some kind of fit, or wondering how did we get here, and, more importantly, how can we get out. I know, this is not a horticultural posting, but I feel like if I’m going to ever garden happily again, if we are ever going to address society’s disassociation from the beating heart of this world, our lack of a healthy relationship with the life here on Earth, and begin to heal both ourselves and the landscape upon which our lives depend, we are going to have to change how we look at the world and each other, we are going to have to examine our values critically and sort out what is ‘true’ from what is expedient or simply common practice. If life on this planet has any value we need to awaken to it, to listen and re-establish our relationship with it. Part of this is in understanding the ‘truth’ that anchors all life, that binds us to one another.]
Recently, thanks to the likes of Kellyanne Conway and Sean Spicer, we have all been introduced to the concept of #alt-facts, or alternative facts, as if there can be two conflicting sets of fact that are somehow ‘true’ to those who proclaim them. Facts, however, are ‘real’ and are rooted in the living/breathing world, they are part and parcel of it. They are not beliefs or opinions that are subject to one’s personal position. There is something universal and constant about them, otherwise, they aren’t facts. They aren’t ‘true’. Continue reading







