conversations from the garden
local friend: So are you planning to put your tomatoes on the rez again this year?
here's luck: It's not a rez! It's a support! So they can grow tall and strong!
local friend: It's a cage.
here's luck: ...yes, but it's a supportive cage.
local friend: You say that now, washichu* girl. You're planning a BIA garden, I know it!
here's luck: You can liberate some of the tomatoes if you want. Assuming they grow. I haven't even planted them yet!
local friend: Well, you did steal our land with the cunning use of flags. We demand reparations!
here's luck: I tilled up half the back yard this morning. It looks like it's been chewed.
local friend: The rabbits are not going to be happy about that. Unless they decide that you ripped out all that grass in order to put in an all-you-can eat Bunny Buffet.
here's luck: I'm actually thinking of edging off the area under the dogwoods, since the grass won't grow there anyway, and planting it in clover. You know, rake out the debris, fork it over a bit, see if the clover will fill it in.
local friend: So in other words you're planning a treaty with the Sovereign Waboose* Nation. "As long as the clover shall grow..."
here's luck: "...we will stay the fuck out of your carrots."
* washichu = Lakota for white person; waboose = Anishinaabe for rabbit.
here's luck: It's not a rez! It's a support! So they can grow tall and strong!
local friend: It's a cage.
here's luck: ...yes, but it's a supportive cage.
local friend: You say that now, washichu* girl. You're planning a BIA garden, I know it!
here's luck: You can liberate some of the tomatoes if you want. Assuming they grow. I haven't even planted them yet!
local friend: Well, you did steal our land with the cunning use of flags. We demand reparations!
here's luck: I tilled up half the back yard this morning. It looks like it's been chewed.
local friend: The rabbits are not going to be happy about that. Unless they decide that you ripped out all that grass in order to put in an all-you-can eat Bunny Buffet.
here's luck: I'm actually thinking of edging off the area under the dogwoods, since the grass won't grow there anyway, and planting it in clover. You know, rake out the debris, fork it over a bit, see if the clover will fill it in.
local friend: So in other words you're planning a treaty with the Sovereign Waboose* Nation. "As long as the clover shall grow..."
here's luck: "...we will stay the fuck out of your carrots."
* washichu = Lakota for white person; waboose = Anishinaabe for rabbit.