Guerrilla agriculture, at home and abroad.

Another article on delicious land reclamation for the purposes of sexy urban farming; this time, in Cleveland. I could not tell you why reading about projects of this type gives me such mad utopian joy, but there you go.

In other news, the beans were out of flower and growing themselves mightily when I checked on them this morning, and my first batch of small spicy death-radishes will be ready to go very soon. Perhaps pictures tonight, once I'm packed for Readercon.

Confidential to mekkavandexter:

I have realized why I've had an inexplicable and enduring inappropriate crush on the guy from the Building a Mystery video for all these long years.

It's small David Usher.

All becomes clear. *g*

AFK

All right, I am packed, my dishes are done, the garbage is taken out, the plants are watered, and that means I am out of things I have to do before leaving for Readercon at an ungodly hour of the morning tomorrow.

If you are coming, I see you there! If you are not, the hotel wireless doesn't really play well with Coyote the Wonder Laptop, so I will not see you until I am home on Sunday night.

Don't trash the place while I'm gone, now.