each seed and bury it thumbnail deep in dark, Softly packed top-soil.   If you use peatpots work three or four seeds into each pot, or if you use flats or bowls or pans, scatter the seed so that they fall and are embedded in little areas about half the size of a full-grown plum.   Water them a little each day and let them stand all day in the sun.   If you do, and you have good seed, you should begin to see tiny green shoots in about a week or ten days, or perhaps even sooner.
After the plant sends out its first leaves, or when it grows about as high as the width of the palm of a full-grown male hand, or higher, then put it into the ground.   If you've used peatpots you can set pot and all into the ground. If you haven't, use a teaspoon to lift each plant and put it into the ground with the little ball of earth surrounding its roots.
If your home isn't a safe and benign place for starting plants, however, or if you don't have the inclination to while away the hours over this process, lovingly, then simply take your seeds to the country and plant them there now that the sun has drawn the chill from the earth.   You should loosen the soil a little, if you can, and set the seeds out in little groups of three or four, each group spaced about the length of your foot from the others.
You should choose your planting ground with care.   The weed needs protection not only from the human "predators" we all know about, but from animals and other plants, too.
To a cow or horse it's just grass, like everything else, and while the plant is usually  vigorous, it doesn't do well with other tall-growing weeds, competition being basically foreign to its nature.   Generally, pot likes rich, moist, well-drained ground to grow in to its fullest development, and for the production of resin it needs as much sunlight and heat as nature can supply. Pick a spot where the sun shines all day long, one protected from summer winds, too.
Of course you should pick a spot that doesn't call attention to itself too readily, one you can get to but one that isn't too obvious.   The less it looks like a garden, the more it blends in with its wild surroundings, the safer it will be.   Remember, the heat is good for it but "heat" isn't.   That goes' for you, too; its better to look like a tourist than like a gardener. Probably the best thing we can do to protect ourselves is to take care of each other; don't spoil the fun by harvesting someone else's garden.
Once the plant is in the ground there's very little tending necessary.   Pot is basically a hardy weed, and if it survives being transplanted all right it should be able to get along without you. If may want some watering the first week or so after you transplant it, but too much water, particularly later in the growing season, is supposed to be bad for resin production.
Different people go about harvesting it in different ways.   Some people
top the plant (cut off the top eighteen inches or so) before it blooms,_ but according to one reliable account F ve read this is cutting off your nose to spite your face; its evidently better to wait until after the plant has bloomed, if you are going to top it, because then you get the full benefit of the resin production that goes into protecting the tender blooms.
Again, some people simply strip the leaves from the plant and bring them home to dry in the attic or the oven.   Others prefer to cut off the whole plant, stem and all.   This is particularly preferable if you are going to dry it slowly in your attic; while transporting it this way is rather bulky and awkward 'and of course, more prone to attract attention), drying it on the stem, slowly, seems to work better than drying it in the oven. Dried slowly, until the leaves crumble readily between your finders, it seems to have more staying power than it does when dried quickly in the oven, even though that produces more immediate results.
Then of course, comes the big moment.   Once its dried it's ready to consume . . . , and although the plant will never do quite as well in a humid climate as it does in a dry one, if you've chosen your spot carefully and its hot enough long enough this summer, and you're patient enough to let it grow til seed time, you should spend the winter "drows'd with the fume" of your summer's labor.
Think Little jjgjp
continued from Dane 9
But the change of mind I am talking about involves not just a change of knowledge, but also a change of attitude toward our essential ignorance, a change in our bearing in the face of mystery. The principle of ecology, if we will take it to heart, keep us aware that our lives depend upon other lives and upon processes and energies in an interlocking system which, though we can destroy it completely,
we can neither fully understand nor fully control. And our great dangerousness is that, locked in our selfish and myopic economics, we have been willing to change or destroy far beyond our power to understand.   We are not humble enough or reverent enough.
Some time ago I heard a representative of a paper company refer to conservation as a "no-return investment. "  This man's thinking was almost exclusively oriented to the annual profit of his industry. Circumscribed by the demand that that profit be great, he simply could not be answerable to any other demand--not even to the fairly obvious needs of his own children.   The principle of profit applies only to individuals; a man willing to be governed by it has abdicated, not the duty, but the ability to look beyond himslef.
Consider, in contrast, the profound ecological intelligence of Black Elk, "a holy man of the Oglala Sioux, " who in telling his story said that it was. not his own life that was important to him, but what he had shared with all life:
It is the story of all life that is holy and it is good to tell, and of us two-leg geds and the wings of the air and all green things.. .
And in the great vision that came to him when he
was a child he says:
"I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one mother and father.   And I saw that it was holy."
POEM FOR JEFFERSON DAVIS
The ouija handed me its pointu verdict Like a stick of belladonna chewincr-aum
Don't make nlans for your 25th birthday party
Probably OD in some dim Checkerboard hotel, needle
Hanging out of your arm, and the blinking Neon light revealing a farewell note written
On a confederate dollar bill Four more years left.   One more Civil War And all of those battles to lose.
BRUCE ROGERS
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