I suppose it’s clear to anyone who knows me that I’ve left the fieldwork behind and decided to try my hand at bioengineering.
So don’t expect the bounty of harvested fruits and vegetables on your table this coming year, instead you will be treated to spider silk corn on the cob and three-eyed toad salad with toxic greens grown on mine reclamation sites. Don’t blame me just because I became too old to pull the weeds and plow the cold spring ground.
It’s the powers that be that want you to eat nettles instead of spinach and that bread that we used to feed to squirrels with seeds that break your teeth. Me, I’m just an old broken down farmer. If you need tomatoes on the side, maybe I can hook you up. World food security — I think you’re gonna need a bigger tractor.