Mom! It’s you!
I prefer hybrids to heirlooms, what does that make me?
Scientist Farmer.
A monster. I want my seeds to have a story. “This variety came to Australia in the First Fleet in 1788”.
The heirlooms just DIE here/under my negligent care.
The hybrids are just like “oh, no water this week? Ok, cool I guess, here’s one tomato still instead of four.”
The heirlooms are like “Oh it was cloudy for 20 minutes rather than 10 today? Ok I’m gonna die now.”
Sounds about right.
Wear a piece of clothes with a zipper or buttons
I dunno, a real case of grass is greener. Not withstanding the tragedy etc, a total lockdown sounds alright. Participating in normal life is overrated.
Well, here’s a happy thought (although if I remember right from long ago science-of-squishy-things classes, viruses that kill their hosts officially done fucked up, so hopefully not):
Rik Mayall! Love him (RIP)