Pearcore #1

Planted the first pear core at Green Valley Village near Sebastopol, by my friend Chrysalis' house.  A temporary resident said he was leaving this wonderland to see to some problems in the default world, at least I think those were his words more-or-less, and it really is a wonderland.  A self-governing experiment in communal living where people come and go and in between camp out in the woods, Walden-style, sharing ice-cream from a brown cow called Delilah.  Makes me think of wanting to return to the garden, a wood where balm grows in place of nettles and there are random trapezes hanging from the trees.  Are utopian idylls always about return?