Beloved friends, I know it’s easy to feel like everything is getting worse, and god knows, I feel like that sometimes myself. But I try to remind myself that a hundred years ago, we hadn’t even discovered penicillin.
It was barely fifty years ago scientists figured out that dopamine and serotonin are involved in depression and started being able to treat that directly.
Almost exactly a hundred years ago, insulin was discovered, and suddenly a whole chunk of humans weren’t sentenced to a terrible death.
In my lifetime, smallpox was eradicated. (I can’t actually tell you how huge that is, because I can barely comprehend it myself.) HIV went from a death sentence to a treatable chronic condition.
The first solar panel ran at 1% efficiency and cost around $300 a watt. These days it’s 15% and down to fifty cents a watt, for solar panels you can stick on your roof.
(One of the coolest things we saw in Tibet was that in the city markets, you’d have the guy selling meat, the guy selling saddles, the guy selling cel phones and the guy selling solar panels, all right next to each other.)
And socially…phew. When I was in high school in Oregon, the Oregon Citizens Alliance tried to pass Measure 9, to amend the state constitution to condemn homosexuality. Now gay marriage is the law in this country.
Time was not so long ago, I couldn’t have opened a bank account unless my husband came with me. 101 years ago, I couldn’t have voted.
And nobody had birth control pills until 1960. Contraceptives have taken staggering leaps forward.
And I get it. It’s so easy to despair. We look at the worst heat ever recorded and the wildfires and reef bleaching and it’s all terrifying and RIGHT THERE.
But we have improved life so much for so many in a hundred years. Things are so much better.
We have dragged ourselves by the scruff of our own necks, kicking and screaming, to a better world already. Keep dragging. Drag everyone else with you. Things do get measurably better.
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ME: I am just pulling out dead plants and planting new ones, I don’t need to take a collecting bowl into the garden, I just collected tomatoes yesterday.
GARDEN: Ha, that’s adorable.
On the bright side, looks like the Small Wonder spaghetti squash actually were fighting off squash vine borers, not just the climate. That’s actually kinda promising because that means if I can reduce the borers, I can grow them again.
They still produced little squash! They tried very hard! Just looks like a double whammy.
Very pleased with these “New Big Dwarf” tomatoes. A solid heirloom that does great for me in grow bags. Biggest tomatoes I’ve ever grown.
That said, they are possibly the most determinate tomato I’ve ever known. The first fruits ripen and the plant is like “DEATH THOU COMEST” and immediately starts to croak. It’ll probably hold on long enough for most everything to ripen, but it is NOT lingering.
Which honestly I don’t mind at all, I have plenty of time left in the season to plant bush beans in the bags once the tomatoes are done, but damn.
Thinking about climate change today, as I often do, and remembering what I wrote a few years back. We are past the point of stopping change completely, but right now, we can still shape the new world to come.
And I don’t even mean “we” in the big huge global sense of interconnected humanity (although that’s a huge driver.) I mean you and I, individuals. This is a threshold. It won’t last forever. But one determined individual right now can help define what species come with us.
Okay, to my mild surprise, plenty of y’all do want to hear about Salvias, aka THE BEST PLANT GENUS aka my personal horticultural obsession.
Salvia (no, no saliva) is a branch of the mighty Menthae clan, thus putting it on a footing with mints, catmints, Agastache, bee balm, etc. It is one of the very largest genuses, with over 900 species.
So last Memorial Day had a big appliance sale, of course, and since our dryer has been broken since last August, we splurged and got a new washer/dryer with all the fancy bells and whistles.
Width is standardized. We did not, however, think to measure for depth.
These are sufficiently deeper than the last set that we had to take the little folding doors off the laundry alcove.
Now, the top surface of the washing machine (we have front loaders) fills inevitably with cleaning supplies, lint, random things extracted from pockets before washing, etc. It is known.