What if scarcity is just a cultural construct, a fiction that fences us off from a better way of life? When I examine Serviceberry economics, I don’t see scarcity, I see abundance shared: photosynthate is usually not in short supply, since sun and air are perpetually renewable resources. Of course, sometimes there’s not enough rain, and then the scarcity ripples through the web of relationships, for sure. That is real scarcity: when the rains don’t come. It is a physical limitation with repercussions and loss that are shared, just as abundance is shared.
