The lavish fragrance of romantic sweeps of wisteria ...
And maybe it's time to think about our impact on this great mother of us all.
When we were planting potatoes, look what turned up. That little piece of bright blue plastic below is a tab from a paper diaper and I'm embarassed to say I was the litterer -- back in 1973. At that time we were camping out in the barn just above the potato field with our not quite one year old and cloth diapers seemed pretty much out of the question.
The plastic is dirty but (unlike parents and baby) un-aged. It's good for anothe thirty-something years. It's not going anywhere.
Now think about all the plastic that doesn't get recycled but instead ends up in our landfills, our waterways, our roadsides, our beaches, our oceans.
It's enough to make a Mother cry.