Some folks actually let their food turn into flowers. Streetside artichoke, SE Division, Portland, OR
This $50 a Week thing is triggering all kinds of emotional crap I did not expect when I signed my family on for the ride. I’ve talked before about the abundance thing. I thought I was getting better about that, because the sight of an empty fridge at the end of the week no longer gives me nervous hives. Turns out I’m not better about that at all. I’ve just transferred my need for abundance onto the garden.
I guess I’m afraid we’re going to run out of food somehow. I’m afraid we’re going to starve. And worst of all, it will be ALL MY FAULT.
