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Love in action.
The last work party of 2024: We excavated trash, dug Himalayan blackberry roots, pulled ivy, rooted up herb Robert and foxglove. We tucked in baby conifers with blankets of mulch stitched in rings, the Western red cedars in particular need of this tender care under climate change. We felt the wind rush around us, watched a murmuration twist and turn above us. We found a tiny Garry oak pushing out of the ground from an acorn planted on the winter solstice one year ago, put a kite in the air for a fleeting moment, brought a whole vibe. We made space, for the trees and for each other. We arrived as we were and left transformed, still ourselves, but some slightly different version produced by the alchemy of the our own hearts, the elements, and each other.
This is what it looks like to be five.
A song for you.
Tires do not decompose. Left sitting in the sun, they release methane into the air, and when the heavy metals and other chemicals used to make them leach into the soil or water, they kill plants and harm terrestrial and aquatic ecosystems.
Tire dust kills coho salmon inhumanely–the chemical 6PPD-quinone breaks down the blood-brain barrier, causing confusion, suffering, and death.
And tires are a major source of micro plastics. It is estimated that tires in the U.S. alone produce about 1.8 million tons of microplastics each year.
Tires do not belong in wetlands.