Um, those of us who either don't have such a hill nearby (Table Mountain's pretty cool, but it doesn't have strawberries, butternuts, tomatoes, sweet and african basil, fennel, rosemary, oreganum, etc :)?
I wanted to chip in on the McDonalds thread, so let me use this one - House & Garden and the Body Shop might be despicable, but there is something wonderful about being able to wander around the garden (found our first ready to pick butternut two days ago!) and there's equally something wonderful about the archway Rebecca built out of the remains of the fig tree I cut down.
I've never set foot in a McDonalds, not really because I believe McDonalds to be specially equal - I guess not going to McDonalds is just one of the things I can afford to do, and do do to feel a little more stable, a little less sucked into this world I hate so much of.
On its own, pottering in the garden and avoiding McDonalds is a delusion, but its one which is rather perculiarly therapeutic, for me at least.
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