One entire new blog and two whole years after the traffic sign that said
TURN LEFT
WITH CAKE,
I still haven't had my eyes checked. It's just not the kind of errand that seems urgent, not when your house is full of cat-hair tumbleweeds, your winter doona is still at the dry cleaners' after being left there more than a month ago, and the feral bougainvillea is about to pull the fence down.
So, like the master of avoidance behaviour I have been for so long, I was tending this morning to my FaceBook Farm, which shows you what a plant, animal or building is called whenever you happen to hover the cursor over it. My understanding was that that golden tree is called a Flourishing Birch.
But instead, in a moment worthy of a horror novel involving computers, the text popped up on the screen saying FLOURISHING BITCH.
RIP Fred Kirschenmann
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Fred Kirschnmann died over the weekend after a long illness, a great loss.
He described himself as a farmer-philosopher, and so he was. I first met
him i...
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