I have poked around a bit in your collection… And see some I know, more I don’t. Maybe that’s why I think you’re everywhere–I’ve followed some of your trails through the ether.

Yes, there are so many blights and kinds of blights. I’m more aware of insect pests when I’m in the Carolinas, as my mother is still an ardent hiker, wildflower gardener, and amateur naturalist (though she wouldn’t say any of those things about herself, being afflicted with modesty.) She would never, never go to bed with a sweater around her head, though!

Most places it seems to be the rampant refusal to zone. At one time, I thought it was the Scotch-Irish borderer refusal to bow to authority that was the main problem in the North Carolina mountains, but I’ve come to think that we Americans move around too much. Seldom do people truly care for their adoptive regions…