JB + BN = Seedy Library
The Beginning
Two high school outcasts found love in the panhandle of Florida. They headed out west and saw first hand how society rejects the very things they must depend on. They lived in a fools gold area where things should not exist, but magically they did. There were no plants, no natural resources, no natural disasters, and the only life was people and their pets. This was all seemingly great until.... March 17th 2020.
Event 201 - the missed foreshadowing
Crimson Contagion - the lesser known foreshadowing
The Middle
The couple became pregnant during the shat storm of 2020-2021. Store shelves were unreliable during these years. Businesses were reliant on government permission to be open. Essential was meaningless. Even seeds were considered not okay for sale in some stores, but the canned preservative filled food got a thumbs up. Vitamin D, exercise, and all that would have been considered healthy was dismissed, meanwhile masks and isolation were promoted.
A seed represents hope... Promise of potential life... But where we lived did not have fertile soil to make the seeds useful. When we had our baby, it became imperative to provide her the opportunity to grow similarly to a seed in an area that breathed life.
We said:
and headed back home.
The Present
Living in a microparadise (except for the superfund sites) that actually has water, good soil, and family that understands homesteading.
We want to meet like minded people, share seeds, stories, and other stuff to save us sacks of shit. Let's listen to good music, eat good meals from our gardens, and show each other out trades that make us more independent. We are tech friendly to friendly tech, know how to laugh, and are well versed with reading all that science you gotta trust. In God we trust, bust a nut bitch.
Fuck you, not you, that other guy ... Yeah you judgy mother fucker.. no seeds for you!