Dr. Lawrie published an article this morning on taking a digital detox. I did this in 2021. I took two months off. I primarily was burnt out on graphs and charts, and every time I heard the word covid or vaccine I wanted to puke. At this point do we really need any more graphs or charts? We know its bad.
During my furlough from this war I didn’t listen to any news, read any papers, and only turned on my computer to check my emails once a week. I didn’t say the words Covid, vaccine, jab, Dr. Fauci or anything related to the past two years. I buried my head in my garden and all the animal life it attracts. The garden has a kind of rustic cowboy theme to it. I watched a lot of old western movies when I was a kid. A lot of ghost movies too. Featured driftwood came off the beach in Moclips Washington. There’s some fantastic history there.
Last years garden is this years compost.
4/22/22—We got pounded with rain for two months.
6/8/22—Night time in the garden. I’m in the garden all hours of the day. Owls usually call me out early mornings.
6/8/22—Fountain in the garden box. I gave it a new paint scheme this year.
6/8/22—Evening picture.
6/16/22—Things are starting to grow.
6/23/22—Walkway to garden. My half-ass attempt to block the rabbits. Didn’t work.
6/24/22—My John F. Kennedy bloomed on the announced decision to overturn Roe v Wade. Champagne in the garden that night, tears too.
7/8/22—Paver pathway. Old 1800’s wagon wheel.
I love dragonfly’s in the garden.
7/15/22—Garden is rocking it.
Birdhouse bar is located across the hot-tub. The tub looks out to the garden. I have no idea where that light is coming from on my beer.
Don’t ever add this wine to your bucket list. God awful. But the beets and carrots are coming in nice. The rusted plow is a 1909-1925 Planet Jr. plow minus the handles.
7/17/22—One of my garden crows is waiting for me to come out and entertain them.
They don’t give up easily, and they’ll bring friends.
1850’s Amish rocking chair and a 1909 authentic prisoner ball and chain, 18lb ball. They do make a 50lb ball and I am currently searching for one. Fauci won’t go anywhere.
I know several people I’d love to fasten that ball and chain around their ankle. This is my escape from the war we all find ourselves in. It’s also the most haunted garden on planet earth and the only garden named Ghost Gardens.
If you need a break from the insanity take it. Find your escape place.
Thanks to all the new subscribers who jumped on board.
I did a video but when it loaded to YouTube the quality sucks. Post it anyway.
To all those who have died from the vaccines, we are sorry. We will kick their ass. We promise. We wish you were here.
Peace,
Mike
Update post to show 50lb. It’s been waiting a long time for Dr. Fauci.
Gorgeous backyard! Owls help to keep me connected to my late grandfather, and dragonflies help to keep me connected to my late tween daughter. She passed March 2020, ("not of Covid, but of Covid": suicide the 2nd week of lockdowns). We walked away from jobs and the suburbs after realizing we'd be "required" to jab. We now live FT in a camper & homeschool our youngest two children. I look forward to homesteading in the near future and building a garden that'll help me to recharge. Yours is most stunning! Bless you and yours.
What an absolutely beautiful backyard, and thanks for sharing a view of it. Everybody looks happy and healthy, unlike the outside world. Goodness prevails.