My environment day post begins with three philosophical paragraphs on our planets current situation. If THAT’s too boring, go to Paragraph 4 to see HOW I see myself as a living thing on this planet, and my philosophy about it…. They are more fun.
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This little Earth.
A beautiful, but not particularly extraordinary realm of the massive universe we chanced to have been born on, into a body whose consciousness allows you awareness of your surroundings, at a time in little Earths life stage, that our species has used its brain to bring fantabulous technical comforts is suffocating. It can and will be giving stronger clues about its condition over the next century, but in the meantime, the Human arrogance of those who make the rules, leave us moving toward future calamity for most of little Earth’s inhabitants.
Little Earth spent billions of years in its little 3rd planet lucky landing Solar System spot sparking life, adjusting to what life has done to it, and nature – life luckily rewarding little Earth with unbelievable homes here for trillions of things, a plethora of rich life all around us in the skies all the way to the deepest parts of the oceans.
Now. That being said, I have always humbly felt my place in this scheme of things. I am a mere passerby, not born or inclined to move even near the powerful humans inviting future havoc. I support what I can that can slow, halt, or reverse, this course, but my little blip of a lifetime here will NOT be wasted in mourning about what I cannot control.
Now. THAT being said, I am SO in LOVE with my life on this little EARTH, I can’t possibly put into words the rich joy I feel in living somewhat in tune with how and when I came to be here. I am not in tune with the vegan crowd, am not in tune with the sierra club or any huge organization wanting time and money.
I AM in tune with my little speck of land on this little Earth that I hope I’m lovingly giving nourishment to:
How’s that? All things we put on or into the ground of our little acre are the basic organic things we can find, i.e., manure, sand, wood chips, composted soil, fall leaves, grass cuttings, lime, gypsum, more manure. There is NOTHING wasted here that grew here. Garden plants, upon their mission completion, are recycled. Most things I do IN the house use as basic elements as vinegar…….etc
The thrill of watching a garden explode in midsummer gives ME as much feeling of life in my soul as ANY magic thrilling music or theater piece could give.
All these other silly tiny thrills give me MORE life in my body than any human manufactured thrill ride I could find, and that’s always:
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The thrill of eating sliced, salted tomatoes for about 8-9 weeks in late summer every day gives ME a thrill.
The thrill of watching deer eating remains of the garden or munching apples about November while I watch from a window makes my heart beat faster.
Matching wits with clever raccoons some evenings over just “who” I think should be getting my sunflower seeds at night (MY mind says the flying squirrels should) has sometimes given me conflicts to resolve, but that thrill of life being ALL around me can’t be matched by anything artificial.
Luckily having flying squirrel families (they live in groups) visit our feeders for the last 8 years sometimes 4 – 5 in number, and sometimes trusting us enough to approach within 4-5 feet, takes my breath away. THESE little guys only visit at night.
The thrill of growing a flower “cutting” garden during short summer’s visit. Just the very idea that anytime for four months out of a year, I DO go an literally slice off stems of a plant that are blooming in any imaginable color and variety is a richness I smile warmly with.
The thrill of some flower blooms period! Look into the detail of these specimens. Can YOU create or offer me something more heart stopping than this?
The thrill, after years of replacing the top of our clay soil with nothing but what little Earth intended, seeing the rewards: little garter snakes moving among your plants seeking the very insects WE don’t like. Garter Snakes are our friends. Seeing the first few ladybugs on your vegetables in the garden reporting for duty! Those tiny ladybugs intending ONLY to help you get the most out of your gardening input.
The thrill over seeing a first Rufous Hummingbird appear at your window to feed on a thing so simple as sugar water! This first arrival is probably not going to stay for the short season, but is probably just passing through on its way to Alaska! From Mexico? Are you kidding? This tiny bird, wings moving hundreds of times a second, just stopped in for a sugar kick before moving to Alaska? This whole life cycle of a Rufous Hummingbird puts me at awe EVERY spring when I see the first ones come through.
Above, a newly fledged baby hummer explores his new world just out our back door.
Then comes the songbird arrivals! Each week a few more arrive to feed and begin nest building.
By Late May, the forest around our acre sounds like a Broadway Music Production in the mornings, EVERY morning. Thousands of songbirds, grosbeaks, Evening & Black Headed, Goldfinches, Finches – both House & Purple, Northern Flickers, the quiet Mourning Doves, the American Robins, and hopefully, later the Western Tanagers ALL give your heart a thrill when they’re serenading for mates, for summer, for arrival at a forest spot they feel is home for a season. You can’t be thrilled about that?
The opposite happens in the fall. ALL of our songbirds leave, our faithful little brown natives stay and fight for survival. It MUST be tough. The little Oregon Junco for example raises 3 broods per summer. Perhaps being a bird with nests on the ground has a disadvantage. Still, when you find them nested in the middle or your lawn, you place a tomato cage around that spot until you KNOW all the young have fledged and are on their own. That’s not a thrill to babysit this spot for 3-4 weeks? We DO wait the arrivals of the winter birds from Alaska….Varied Thrushes, the Northern Flicker, Snow Geese & Tundra Swans are fabulous animals to watch.
Seeing Elk Hoofprints on the wildwood trail perhapsthe morning after they moved through isn’t a thrill? As you move along that trail and see the gobbled plants they select to eat….you can almost feel what it would be like to move along with these giants.
There is NO thrill like meeting wildlife in your path occasionally and stopping instantly motionless. You just might learn something if you’re lucky enough that they stay and begin to munch again.
There’s even a thrill in watching the domesticated dog, MAC, stalking a mole mound when its active hoping if he times it right, the pounce will produce the demon invader of his territory. That’s not a thrill ?
What is more healing for your soul than to simply standing in the yard, being quiet and listening to little Earth. In early spring or fall, great throngs of birds fly over in vast migrations calling among each other as they move.
**above are the Snow Geese. BIG flocks of them winter over from ALASKA….down on Sauvie Island.
On some summer nights, as the Elk move down in the forest, they begin bugling! What a thrilling sound. On a more humorous note, when racoons mate, you’d swear some animals being ripped to shreds….their NOT peaceful about it.
And I’ve gone on long enough. If I have NOT gotten the point across, that if you want quality in your human life, you’d better get ON BOARD about helping restore our endangered environment.
. . . . . . . . . . .. ah. it’s just beginning to rain out there, dropping quietly on golden fall Catalpa Leaves. What a sight!
or summer……………………………it’s all fantastic: