Seed Owning

My O'Lady's way into gardening. I'm drawn into gardening by need for a hole-digger, rock mover and raised-bed-planter builder, among other miscellaneous assistances. We're building raised-bed boxes now, in between rains. They're 2 x 10 fir, about 8' x 4' x 30" high, with a 2 x 6 rim for sitting and putting stuff on. 2 x 4 vertical bracing. Copper tape under the rim to combat snails and slugs. She found an obscure article on wood-preservation for planter boxes which recommended mixing charcoal with linseed oil as the folk-lore ultra-secret magic eternal preservative for wood used in dirt. We'll see about that.

FYI: home planter box planners: cedar does not last signifigantly longer than fir for planters. It needs air to circulate around it for its durability components to function. Don't waste your money.

Being into gardening as she is, I hear a lot about MonSatan, the agri-giant bent on owning the commercial rights to all life on Earth. You've heard of them. Or, maybe some of a neighbor who's a client of theirs pollen has blown on the wind into your fields and you've been sued by them. Or, perhaps you read of them in "Dune," they're refered to as the "Harkonans." Their mantra is, "Who controls the spice controls the universe!"

Apparently, they're knee-deep in operation, "Own All Seed ASAP" Google a bit and be riled.

The good anti-authoritarian has no choice but to save every seed that comes their way. The casual gardner has no choice but to save every seed that comes their way. The educated farmer has no choice but to save every seed that comes their way. Homeys up in the hood be savin' every seed that comes their way. Parents out in the burbs pass their bank to their children. Life will not be owned by men playing monopoly with all reality. We the people will not be dismissed. This is not an arena for gaming.

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