This is the view from our friends’ back deck. This is what the world should look like. Not a crush of cars, neon lights, and shiny steel.
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“…a tiny pocket of near-paradise…” Yes, that’s it, exactly! I’m concerned, too, that the less willing can look forward to that terrible trek.
Oh, those colors are so convincing, John…how could you not?
I love my back yard, the vacant lot to the north of me, and the property owned by the community college across the street in front of my house. Trees: mostly oak and white pine (two that are a quarter century old), a very few ash yet to be borer-stricken, a maple here and there. When they got to be endangering, I had the tumble-down poplars cut out to protect the baby pines et al, but we don’t use herbicide or chemical fertilizers, so our lawn has some weeds, many of them edible. Because we have bee-allergic family members I used an exterminator for encroaching hornets once, maybe five or six years ago, and promised never again; four years later, I started seeing honey bees again. I had a landscaper install some native conifers and herbaceous plants a couple-three years ago and he lamented with me: my home, originally built in 1975, and my subdivision, established in the 1940s, never should have been allowed. He was preparing plant beds when he said this and had run across a few species of native wetlands plants. This is within the city limits. If I could get the city to bury the utility lines, I’d do so in a heartbeat. Anyway, all this to say that I agree and I feel blessed to to have a tiny pocket of near-paradise nestled within city convenience.
Yes, yes. The world should like the planet of ocean and land; of forests and sand. We have traveled too far down this dead-end path to return. Ten thousand years is a long time to backtrack. I fear the future will make the less willing walk that path.