I have not stood in the way of your careering, you may analyse for yourself, the rights and wrongs of your own past actions. Harbouring imaginative lies to cover as an excuse for our own bad behaviour is not practical. Generating hatred within yourself to make the lies feel more realistic, and to add realism to the tales one may tell those close to us to garner sympathy or cultivate useful energetic narcissistic supply, never good. Hatred is never a good thing targetted at people. I reserve my grossest dislikes against things. Stuff I may legitimately change for the better or legitimately ignore without harmful consequence. If the moral compass you have chosen to use for most of your life keeps leading to repeats of regrettable incidents, breakdowns in relationships,friendships it indicates that you are sailing on the ship of Doom. The ship will eventually sink into the sea of your secrecy without trace, without opportunity of rescue. My moral compass has kept me on track with my all time vision of the best familial option. The Choiceless one. Granted, the patch of mud we cultivate here may not be enough for hoards of hungry visitors. We are not farmers. nor resturaunteurs, our home garden does not provide any commercially influenced hospitality. Ours is strickly friendly and familial. Domestic life support is all.
Circumstance and incidents in childhood,of which I mean poorly disciplined or deliberately bad behaviours, may well be forgiveable. One never forgets. Attitudes may still prevail in adult life. They being the devils that needs be addressed. Big dirty lies about your father for instance constructed in your majority, need to be put right.
Big dirty lies Emma are just things I may legitimately hate, I am not sure if that is what I do. I think you would agree it is understandable that I may be hyper critical of what you have done. I've been discretely quiet about the subject for too long perhaps, waiting in hope that an honest and voluntarily contrite voice might emerge from your domain. So far, no luck. Your choice.
Alienated parents seeks justice from his family Emma Grace. Get a new compass daughter. Mine leads me to a wholesome dignified permanent home life.Economic, consistent and morally supportive. My door is not closed to you, you just haven't found the path that leads in this direction, by accident, design or default is none of my willful doing. Check your compass, learn to navigate more effectively.
You can mull over my carefully chosen words. They are not meant to be ambiguous,nor intended to inspire hatred. A more positive understanding would be closer to my goal. The establishment of a higher ethical standard needs the ground clearing of unfounded rumours and deceits. The trail of trash you have left behind you is still your responsibility to clean up.
While the world awaits the marvelous results from your personal efforts, Zoom around the images of seasonally improving permaculture home garden.
Good bread, baked in a wood fired oven, delivered personally by Marc the Baker even through the lockdown.Great taste, fantastic service. A high quality product at a democratic price.
I pulled the pumpkin in a better direction, it was blockin the light to the leeks. A small but perfect pumpkin may now be seen peeping from under the leaves...
The top row is cauliflowers, the brocolli is centre, they are strawberry plants in the foreground? The sprouts tower over all as if supervising the brassica department.. They are doing a great job.
Purple stickbeans, have just started climbing the silver birch tree, I am happy with that, We are grateful for the support.
The Kale looks just as good from above as it does from the side.
One eyed photo image may seem a little confusing to some,it meks good logical sense to me. You would have to be here to truly get the point.
Pain free, thornless Blackberries a welcomed sight outside our door. More cuttings will be propogated from this for the "Troc Plante" the gardeners' exchange. Joy to the world...
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