Unbidden Bits—April 7, 2023 April 7, 2023April 7, 2023William Timberman In this final, metastatic age of social media, the only true luxury is anonymity. Share this:PrintEmailRedditMastodonWhatsApp
Boy, howdy, is this ever true. It’s been interesting living in a time such that one could experience the innovation of computers as vehicles to meet and get to know so many people I would never have otherwise, but the loss of control over who can reach out and touch your life in truly dangerous ways is not the trade-off I expected to have to negotiate.
Spring is here in Ohio … for the next few days. Then we leap straight into June Tuesday/Wednesday of next week and July Thursday with temps in the 80s. The irony of the last frost date still three weeks away is almost more than a gardener can take. Especially if one loves spring vegetables.
Yeah, the sheer power of its unintended consequences was undoubtedly the biggest surprise of the Internet age. Whether this was because we didn’t know ourselves as well as we thought we did, or had merely been more successful at hiding from ourselves than we had any right to be is hard to say. In any event, the consequences may yet make Chernobyl look like a walk in the apocalyptic park by comparison.
Spring is late here in Arizona. The buds on one of my flowering shrubs, magnificent in the past couple of years, were killed off by a late freeze in March. Now I’m wondering if the shriveled remnants mean the poor thing is dead, or will merely have to endure a year of stunted growth. Not being a gardener myself, I have no clue. One thing I do know, though—Arizona isn’t Ohio. Gardening is only slightly easier here than it is in Hell, and that’s only with a bit of luck and a lot of skill, both of which are in short supply chez moi. The native plants, the Saguaros, the Chollas and Ocotillos and Palo Verdes are magnificent, but God grows those, not us.