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On the precipice. All together now.
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.
Wetlands are a necessary and precious ecosystem, and they are in our care. Thank you, friends, for showing up for one today. You are so needed, appreciated, and loved.
Learn more about wetlands.
Himalayan blackberry cane growth in our restoration area remains suppressed. Paint sticks guard over growing baby ferns. Rainfall is held by the earth, allowing it to gently enter the next phase of the water cycle.
All is well at Wallace Swamp Creek Park as we turn the calendar and continue our travels around the sun.
There was the story of the tires – SO MANY TIRES – and how we kept finding them as we dug deeper and deeper into the earth. Who put them there? How long ago had it been? How would we carry them all out of the wetland?
There was the story of Sally the salamander told in another post, which turned out to be a story about discovery, connection, and delight. Before that, there was the story of the biggest worm some of us had ever seen, and it turned out to be a story much like the one in which Sally appeared.
There were so many stories. The story of the Himalayan blackberry root ball as gnarled and big as the root of a tree. The story of a teen bringing their father along, leading us grown ups into a better and brighter future. The story of standing before a task as big as any and of taking just one small step in the right direction. There was the story of human persistence and determination and ingenuity.
It was the story of all of you.
Thank you so much to everyone who came out to Wallace Swamp Creek Park this month – I had such a good time writing and witnessing the stories. And thank you to those following along and cheering us on here. Everyone is so needed.
The March work party will be announced soon!