Happy birthday, Henry David Thoreau! Here are some delicate yet immensely strong lacewing eggs suspended from swamp milkweed bespangled with aphids. A perfect posy for you!
Now, it’s hard not to feel despair as kleptocratic-fundamentalist fascism runs rampant over the land. But don’t let the bastards get you down. They’re counting on our acquiescence and apathy. Call “bullshit!” and remember your history.
Amongst that glorious tapestry of dissent, I always find solace in Thoreau, one of our greatest radicals. Here’s everything I’ve posted about him in this blog — which was originally inspired by the example of his journal. Dig in.
Backyard and Beyond 
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