Today I potted up ten baby hackberry plants that rooted over the winter and spring from the mother tree, a massive forty foot (twelve meters) high. I promised I'd take good care of her babies and help to extend her progeny. I pulled up and potted five mystery trees that have permaculture promise as they thrive and multiply even during a three year drought. I think they are sasafrass, but they don't have any aroma, and their leaves are fuzzy. After fifty years of striving for success in the world we live in, I've finally figured out what I should have known all along. I have almost an acre near a freeway (cheap land on a teacher' salary) to experiment and learn. My intuition tells me that the mediterranean climate of the Central Valley is becoming more arid. Water is first and foremost on my mind, and the only moral way to garden here now, I believe is through catchment. Everyday people don't understand this. Everyone is living as business as usual, and no one is preparing except the politicians and the farmers. Someone is going to have to teach them how to live and grow food some day, so that is my future goal.