The night I began transplanting herbs in my new greenhouse - wondering if they'd grow - hoping they were on PBS. It was as if God was saying I'd do fine - It was such a nice run 1991 to 2009 - customers - people who like to play in the dirt are the cleanest people I know.

so so sad

Second, third, fourth, and a millionth... never give up on life and liberty. There are many possible metaphors for this spirit, but perhaps my favorite comes from the autobiography of a 17-year-old German girl who on Christmas Eve of 1971 was the sole survivor of the disintegration of the airplane in which she;'d been a passenger. She woke up on the ground after falling 10,000 feet, still strapped to her seat, with no sign of anything around her but Peruvian jungle. Having learned from her parents that if lost in the jungle one should follow water downhill, she did so, with no food and minimal clothing, and eleven days later found the only three living humans for many more miles. Along the way she thought: "Is there any sense in going on? Yes, I said to myself, summoning all my powers, "you must keep going. Here you'll die." ("Als ich vom Himmel fiel," Juliane Koepcke)