If I had a dime for every time I’ve heard that. Someone in my feed was mentioning how great her garden have been in 2020, and how it had gone fallow in the years since “we went back to real life.”
But, I say:
Such a lovely garden! And glad you have such a good experience to build on as you move forward with getting it going again.
And, Side note: “Real life”?? Is that what we went back to? I think it was more like we accidentally (via Covid shutdowns) had a temporary experience of how wonderfully, multidimensionally real life could be. Unexpected silver linings. (And no I’m not denying the suffering.)
And then we just went back to the planet-destroying treadmill. BAU (Business As Usual.) <desolation crying emoticon> Back into our gray tiny boxes.
With (for the people who happen to have any extra money) only “revenge travel” <nausea emoticon; vomit emoticon> and ordering constant shipments of trashy online crap as consolation.
(I mean we collectively, not me, I’ve always been very fortunate/privileged to be able to work outdoors a lot, have creative & occupational freedom, and know my neighbors — and be engaged deeply in community. Including this wider online community. And deeply engaged in immediate surroundings of urban nature etc.)
(I talk about this extensively here on this blog, and elsewhere; it’s a pretty major soap box of mine.)