It has been a week since we flew into Florida, the family and I. Disney, a dying father on the West Coast, an uncle that I haven’t seen in twelve years, my Mother’s place on the East Coast, my daughter like a fish in the pool(s), Everglades (forever and ever?), fishes, birds, alligators, tropical vegetation, swamps, canals, oh yeah, it goes on. It’s Florida. Condoasis. Gates, security, drug stores at every crossroads. Palms, restless in the Gulf wind. Restless. Longing. A place to die. A place to lay down dem ole bones and take a long, long snooze. Oasis. Florida. Cypress knees, arthritic knees, walkers, tans and waves. The thin, thin line between sand and sea, gulls, gulls, gulls. Whoa horsey! Slow down. Permaculture? In all of it. Deep within all of it…
What is says: Take a risk. Be involved in an act of re-creation!