violetmadder on Nostr: I got a message from the person who runs the native plant nursery where I volunteer. ...
I got a message from the person who runs the native plant nursery where I volunteer.
She said they were doing a local tabling event, but one of the other volunteers called off at the last minute and asked if I could help.
I walked right past the table twice without realizing it.
No plants at all. No nursery sign. The table was for something else entirely!
"...Wait, so what are we doing??"
"We're a group against the California Forever project in east Solano."
OH. "Cool! I can do this, too!" And I plopped my butt down and proceeded to hang out with some very lovely people and speak with interested members of the public-- of which there were quite a few.
(This one aggressively bright-eyed, bushy-tailed young man stopped by and started passing out business cards. I could smell the smarm coming off him from about 30ft away, and sure enough, dude is from the other side and for some reason wanting to say hello all friendly. That's cute. Run along now, smarmy jackass...)
It's funny, because I'd never brought up politics at the plant nursery. I kinda expect the gardening scene to have a lot of somewhat affluent liberals who might go all Invasion of the Bodysnatchers howl on me if they realize there's a wild-eyed radical in their midst so I keep my views on the back burner and just focus on the plants until I get to know people better.
But then I find myself sitting alongside a therapist who's also an environmentalist and union organizer, and on the other side a science teacher who wants us to read Ministry for the Future, and this is a promising start.
She said they were doing a local tabling event, but one of the other volunteers called off at the last minute and asked if I could help.
I walked right past the table twice without realizing it.
No plants at all. No nursery sign. The table was for something else entirely!
"...Wait, so what are we doing??"
"We're a group against the California Forever project in east Solano."
OH. "Cool! I can do this, too!" And I plopped my butt down and proceeded to hang out with some very lovely people and speak with interested members of the public-- of which there were quite a few.
(This one aggressively bright-eyed, bushy-tailed young man stopped by and started passing out business cards. I could smell the smarm coming off him from about 30ft away, and sure enough, dude is from the other side and for some reason wanting to say hello all friendly. That's cute. Run along now, smarmy jackass...)
It's funny, because I'd never brought up politics at the plant nursery. I kinda expect the gardening scene to have a lot of somewhat affluent liberals who might go all Invasion of the Bodysnatchers howl on me if they realize there's a wild-eyed radical in their midst so I keep my views on the back burner and just focus on the plants until I get to know people better.
But then I find myself sitting alongside a therapist who's also an environmentalist and union organizer, and on the other side a science teacher who wants us to read Ministry for the Future, and this is a promising start.