I live on a sea of sand and alkali patches, in a barren desert, at the far end of a small sprawling community in Northern Nevada. Desolate, wind swept country. This is my hard won slice of paradise. Against all odds, I cultivate trees, flowers, vegetables, peace and contentment. This is my garden in the sun.
Friday, July 1, 2011
As Robt. A. Heinlein, the SF writer put it, "I've never understood how God could expect his creatures to pick the one true religion by faith - it strikes me as a sloppy way to run a universe."