Seeing just the few berries and herbs that are growing in little planters on my porch makes me wish I had fields and fields of them. I remember when I was a kid that my brother and I could hike all over the farm picking strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, currants, and gooseberries from various wild bushes, or watercress that grew around one of the springs…
I think the one good thing about peak oil and being forced out of our urbanized globalized cesspoll of gluttony is that it's going to force us to start living those experiences again. Humanity's wealth has pushed the rest of the life on the planet too far into poverty, and we've lost something important — probably something essential — because of it.
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