Two year-old hazel, caged for winter. I lost half of my ten hazels last winter, and all ten of their predecessors. I don't understand, because deer are supposed to think they taste awful. I'm not taking any chances with the rabbits and mice this year. Notice the lid. The bit of silver immediately above is the caged Rabella.
I'm interested in practical solutions for an empire and a world that face declining fossil-fuel wealth. Peace and justice may become more elusive as oil becomes dearer. Stability, and what E. F. Schumacher called "a becoming life," will require an economy that operates on its solar income.
At age sixty, I'm beginning to learn how.