I often dream of living in a yurt, far away from people, where we can just be. My own place to just be and tell the rest of the world to go fuck themselves.I may just do it someday after the kids are all grown.
It’s all I want,
to just be.
Why can’t people just leave things alone?
Why must we always fix and improve, and normalize?
You mess with nature,
you fuck things up.
I have a meadow, at a park.
A large swath of tall grasses and wild flowers the meadow has been there for years.
I documented such lovely lepidoptera there last year, and was especially looking to the fall species.
It teams with skippers, swallowtails, and tiger moths.
I live in a city where my lawn can only be so high or I get fined. I can’t plant a wildflower pollinating garden because half of it is considered a “noxious weed” or thought to somehow encourage rodents…never mind the trash and abandoned buildings….wild flowers in lawns are somehow bad for the city.
But I have my meadow.
I don’t have my meadow.
The butterfly survey just sent me this:
Fucking bastards at maintenance for the county mowed my meadow.
I’m crying about it.
Why must people fuck with everything?
It means nothing to them.
(if you don’t care about bugs, i get it, but considering the world wide decline of pollinators we need MORE of these types of areas, its in the best interest of human beings too)