I always wondered why we have months for this and for that, but only get a day for the one thing we all uncontestedly have in common…
I thought this was a great example of eye catching graphic design. Gets the point across without words. (Even though I’m very much not a sushi person!) I’m not sure I think their aim of entirely removing plastic is possible or even desirable, I think it has its place, but I agree that we need to cut down. And there are so many ways to do so without really impacting the rest of your life. Something as basic as using resuable shopping bags. I found some tutorials on how to make them out of old t-shirts, and they’re both durable and washable. Another basic thing- bottled water is not cool. Seriously, in most areas it’s no safer than the local water and wastes postively obscene amounts of plastic.
The thing is, we all know how to start this, we’ve known since we were kids. That whole reduce, reuse, recycle thing. We just to actually *do* it. As ever, it doesn’t have to be a sacrifice, it can be an artisitic challenge.
A cool shadow over carpeting,
curling in tendrils of friendly darkness.
A shade, a safe haven from the sultry sun
of midsummer. Green light
left to filter through.
A vibrant torch in autumn.
Molten iron hues holding tight.
Soldiers falling one by one
gracing the yard with gold and fire
to burn through the short days.
A snowy vault in winter.
Ghostly rafters standing strong,
proud, even, under a diamond coat
weighing the roughest branches
in regal splendor.
Now comes Spring, limping and slow.
Red-brown buds crept out overnight and waited,
swollen with promise, for the time of their birth.
But rough bark cradles, shaggy with use
And the echo of saws can be heard.
This is an older poem, admittedly written in a fit of pique. A few years ago our neighbor cut down this gorgeous oak. It was old, and healthy. And shaded a good part of our house as well as his. Losing it killed a lot of our plants that weren’t made for sun and makes it harder to keep both houses cool in the summer. It feels like Earth Day deserves a deeper poem, but this was what came back to mind when I was trying to write a new one.