This will appear in Issue 56 of The Underground Sound webzine, June 2014.
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I was talking to one of the older local farmers this morning, he had stopped in when he seen me in the field and was showing me his plants.
"Never seen this so widespread before unless I shock my plants with too much lime or fertilizer. Looks like they been sprayed with a weak herbicide."
He had some corm, squash and bean plants. They all had the yellow wilted look that means their systems had been compromised. I had noticed this had gotten worse in my garden over recent years.
This 'ol boy has been farming a long time. When I was a kid I remember him coming into the store and talking about how he'd got a loan on his first ever new tractor. It was a John Deere and I still see him using it.
He was also a few years back one of the first people to ever mention to me before I mentioned to them, the shit going down in the sky with the trails. The man was awake. I remember him saying one day he didn't know why nowadays planes polluted so much worse than they used to.
I started telling him why. He had the internet, he checked it out. It was an eye opener he said. @ 83 years old, x-air force pilot, he'd seen his share of contrails. He said some of today's were different, weird spreading and persistent when and where there should be none. Never seen it so thick and bad before, he said.
Amazing when folks come alive and begin to see clearly.
Today he was right on it.
"Look at that damned sky!" he said. "Like damned smoke, no definition in the clouds, like a thick haze that never goes away. It wouldn't surprise me if that mess didn't do this."
I told him that in the 8 years I've had a large garden, starting about five years ago I got these shot dead plants, worse every year. Just like his.
Think about it, I said. Chemical companies were making seeds aluminum resistant, herbicide resistant, alkaloid resistant, genetically modified with who knows what, and they're not doing it without good reason.
I only use heirloom seeds, and every year, the acid rain had impacted my garden, food supply and economic stability, worse and worse.
"Sons of a bitches outta be shot!" he said.
The old man shook his head. "Sad. Everything good I remember as a boy and young man have gone away. Even a normal sky, it used to be beautiful! Fertile soils easy to grow a good garden. Now the soil is dry with a caked crust that won't hold water. Man has caused this. I've watched it happen."
"Sad when things you love die. And you're slowly dying along with it." he said.
I swore I coulda seen a tear in the old man's eye. I had to turn away, because I know I had one in mine.
http://undergroundrecords.org/sound
I was talking to one of the older local farmers this morning, he had stopped in when he seen me in the field and was showing me his plants.
"Never seen this so widespread before unless I shock my plants with too much lime or fertilizer. Looks like they been sprayed with a weak herbicide."
He had some corm, squash and bean plants. They all had the yellow wilted look that means their systems had been compromised. I had noticed this had gotten worse in my garden over recent years.
This 'ol boy has been farming a long time. When I was a kid I remember him coming into the store and talking about how he'd got a loan on his first ever new tractor. It was a John Deere and I still see him using it.
He was also a few years back one of the first people to ever mention to me before I mentioned to them, the shit going down in the sky with the trails. The man was awake. I remember him saying one day he didn't know why nowadays planes polluted so much worse than they used to.
I started telling him why. He had the internet, he checked it out. It was an eye opener he said. @ 83 years old, x-air force pilot, he'd seen his share of contrails. He said some of today's were different, weird spreading and persistent when and where there should be none. Never seen it so thick and bad before, he said.
Amazing when folks come alive and begin to see clearly.
Today he was right on it.
"Look at that damned sky!" he said. "Like damned smoke, no definition in the clouds, like a thick haze that never goes away. It wouldn't surprise me if that mess didn't do this."
I told him that in the 8 years I've had a large garden, starting about five years ago I got these shot dead plants, worse every year. Just like his.
Think about it, I said. Chemical companies were making seeds aluminum resistant, herbicide resistant, alkaloid resistant, genetically modified with who knows what, and they're not doing it without good reason.
I only use heirloom seeds, and every year, the acid rain had impacted my garden, food supply and economic stability, worse and worse.
"Sons of a bitches outta be shot!" he said.
The old man shook his head. "Sad. Everything good I remember as a boy and young man have gone away. Even a normal sky, it used to be beautiful! Fertile soils easy to grow a good garden. Now the soil is dry with a caked crust that won't hold water. Man has caused this. I've watched it happen."
"Sad when things you love die. And you're slowly dying along with it." he said.
I swore I coulda seen a tear in the old man's eye. I had to turn away, because I know I had one in mine.