I happened across this piece I'd written some years back--for Blog Action Day maybe--and thought it might have a place in what used to be the book I was writing and compiling from odd bits here and there that might deserve to see the light of day. So I posted it at Medium.com today. Go there to read: The Right To a Nature-Rich Childhood
Two weeks ago this morning I was in high clover--among vegetation and birdlife unlike anything around here, that's for sure. Sarasota is another world, and on a beautiful balmy morning surrounded by herons and ibises and spoonbills and ducks and... It was really the first time I've been able to use the long-lens function of the camera I got only last August. So here's a gallery of images in a slide show. Or click them individually at the gallery link here.
Forest: a bunch of trees. A product. A profit source for shareholders. A place where something useful might be built. Forest: a living community of interconnected lifeforms, above and below ground, that breathes oxygen, captures and stores CO2, communicates across distance and shares nutrients within a community of tethered trees and shrubs; an evolving habitat and nutrient-rich shelter for birds, mammals, reptiles and amphibians; a generator of topsoil and sponge for … Continue Reading ››
I'm having returning waves of nausea after accidentally allowing malevolent rays in through the closed drapes I had hoped would quarantine me from bizarro world. By way of a chink in the blinks came recent news items belching details of the ongoing stranger-than-fiction conversion to the post-truth world, where enemies of the environment control the EPA, friends of the 1% control budget and economics, and friends of the NRA and fans of war control the Defense Department, and so on and so on. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the seasons … Continue Reading ››
"You can't plant a forest." This was one the things spoken by poet WS Merwin in last night's final SustainFloyd Movie Night at the Floyd Country Store. The poignancy of the short, simple statement might have escaped notice by some, even in the audience of Floyd's more-than-average eco-aware. Those words carried a personal message for me, hearing yesterday in the near distance the two-hundredth mature hardwood crack when the felling notch was complete. They topple crackling through the broken branches of collateral-damage standers-by, falling, one and then another, … Continue Reading ››
Our prescription for an easy fire is this: just toss a couple of cones under the kindling. Then, if you must, use a match. But if you have time, wait for the resin to ignite from last night's coals. It has been a good year for the pines on Goose Creek. Not only have they produced a copious supply of cones (and the released seeds our chickens forage for under them) but good for us--the woody "leaves" of the cone this year are heavy with highly-flammable resin. We have, next to the kindling … Continue Reading ››
They are never duplicitous or deceitful. They are not envious of more powerful or attractive members of their group nor do they seek more creature comforts than is their hardwired destiny. They may stink or sting, buzz and bump their wee-brained heads against the ceiling or windowpane and die to leave their moldy carcasses in the dark corners of our lives. But they never run for office. This particular specimen offered itself for portraiture at the edge of a Floyd Country Store window this week. It is commonly called a "wheel bug"--a true bug of … Continue Reading ››