Animal, mineral, or vegetable?

In my mind it's a good time for me to be asking myself hard questions about my place in the world.

Animal, mineral, or vegetable?

Or perhaps something that actually makes sense.

How about this?

Symbiote, parasite, or prepositioned bag of fertilizer?

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I'm in the midst of preparing for and executing the ranch's 2020 growing season chores and projects. These tasks make it possible for us to symbiotically harvest bounty from the natural ecosystem of our land. We trade this bounty -- harvested with no little sweat input -- for the folding and/or digital time and energy proxy colloquially known as money. We use the money to trade for goods and services to provided by others and to keep the ranch operating with a healthy ecosystem.

It's significant stuff; my job and my livelihood and a large chunk of my subjective identity.

But it's also just a small slice of the whole of me. Not the most important slice, either. Not by a long shot.

While I'm laboring I take time out to exercise each day, and some of this I report to you. I also take time to report on certain aspects of the chores and projects which are part of my daily agricultural life.

I exercise to stay as fit and healthy as I can, which is a no-brainer. I report for a number of reasons, each of them sufficient to the responsibility of reporting.

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Two days ago as I compose this missive we had a lovely -- if irritating -- spring snowstorm. Today the storm and the weather system which delivered it have passed. Nature is busy being nature in springtime, and today she is showing off her run-of-the-mill breathtaking beauty.



From the top of my own private Isandlwana the view to the horizon is very different than it was on the morning of the 19th.



What's this? The glacier has returned? Not really. The tiny remains of a winter glacier are simply covered with a fleeting blanket of white and pristine snow. Gives you an idea of how a tiny seasonal glacier can form. Cool!



Despite my incessant yabbering, here is a remarkable two-dimensional representation of nature's today-beauty on one unimaginably tiny slice of her vast domain. The technology available for sharing this kind of thing is pretty cool. It is regressing, however. I wonder whether and how soon it might all go away?



Now why would anyone in their right mind exercise hard when they have a choice not to? Why enjoy beauty? Why embrace liberty? Why ponder a question like symbiote, parasite, or prepositioned fertilizer? Why indeed? Rocket surgery?



Gus McRae said it very well. "It ain't dyin' I'm talkin' about. It's livin'!"



There are always choices.



It's a real place in the real world. Cool, huh?

There are always challenges.



Kennedy and nature. It's a wonderful world, despite reports to the contrary.



Five point forty-two miles, an hour and 24 minutes. Jacked.



Dog n' chicken report.



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The answers supplied by other ape-lizards are not and should not be my answers.

Be well and embrace the blessings of liberty.