Imagine yourself: it's a hazy pink summer dusk and you're watering your plenteous hanging tomatoes with grandma's glavanized can. The only sound is the drip of excess water pooling at your bare feet and the intermittent cry of the white-throated sparrow. Suddendly, tires screech, and you're surrounded by by-law enforcers who begin tearing down your copious greens. WTF, right?
So goes the woeful tale of these rebel farmers. Suburbanites. Small scalers.
Who knew this house would represent a revolution in food production! What a threat! What a worry! The Greenies are coming! The Greenies are coming! I can just imagine how her record reads: "Cultivating resistance, hatred of state, and commie lettuce."
Off with her vines!
I say this: grow those heirlooms, cause we can't count on the Government to protect our food sources. We've got to be self-reliant. Chickens and Bees, people! Chickens and Bees.
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