my tony is a prepper.
ok, wanna-be prepper at this point.
that is sparkalicious ding dong. he likes to sleep on the sofa table that doesn't reside behind the sofa but instead against the wall and houses all of the board games. he can't sleep there now because tony has covered it in mini green houses.
greenhouses he made out of repurposed apple containers that i have refused to throw away for the past 4 years even though he has begged me too. very green of him. the debate rages on as to who's idea it was to repurpose them but because i write this i am going to let you know that it was most assuredly my idea.
but back to the prepping...
even though they are may just be sweet peppers, tomatoes, peanuts, black beans and a few others... i think it is terribly romantic. the idea of throwing out all of the weighty weights that bog us down, the obligations that get in the way, the hustles and the bustles of every day rat race. replacing it all with a simpler way of being. happily earning callouses working side by side with tony. teaching our children to be stewards of our earth. replacing it all with a simpler way of being...
preferably on a tropical island...
with a couple of chickens, a sweet garden, an endless supply of razors, a water purification system, some solar and wind power to run water and the occasional internet update (what? you didn't think i would break up with the internet did you?) my family, and a mountain of books. friends welcome anytime.
not that i have thought about it at all.
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