Today was cool & cloudy and I repotted lots of my little plants, and sprayed their leaves and pruned - you know, like, all the gardening verbs I know, basically. And the rabbits hopped around behind me trying to nibble any plant I put down, intrigued by all the soil going everywhere like “you are like a little baby. We can dig in that huge plant pot and make more mess in 5 minutes than you could make in a LIFETIME” although the rabbit is an inscrutable animal and it’s hard to be sure *exactly* what they’re thinking. Anyway I felt like I was just a step away from going full solarpunk with my self-sufficient urban micro-farm on my balcony and foliage everywhere, and I chose not to engage with the part of that fantasy where we have to eat the rabbits.
