tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11953629445010392082024-03-04T20:04:04.204-08:00Sustainable LivingInformation, tips and reflections on living gently on our planet and preserving it for future generations.P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-72350427310151851122015-05-07T07:45:00.001-07:002015-05-07T07:45:42.125-07:00Compost City: Practical Composting Know-How for Small-Space Living By Rebecca Louie
Absolutely EVERYTHING you wanted to know about composting, especially for limited space! I’ve been an organic gardening and a composter for decades and this book still had so much to offer. Author Rebecca Louie uses a whimsical, sometimes rollicking style of writing to give the most thorough guide to all types of composting that I have ever seen. Her playful guide includes details about both passive and active composting; everything from small containers to the tried and true 3-bin method. Best of all every section contains a troubleshooting section so the composter can figure out what needs fixing or what went wrong with their compost. She covers worms, literally! The book includes a wonderfully detailed guide to vermiculture including how to build and maintain your worm bins, of course the care and feeding, and even warnings on how to keep your worms happily contained so they don’t go astray!
Compost City even discusses in depth bokashi composting which makes it possible to compost the things they always tell you not to compost like greasy foods, meats, fats, and other undesirable elements. A marvelous side product of bokashi gives you an incredible drain cleaner too.
Ever wondered what to do with pet waste? The author has a section on that too. Many gardeners may have stacks of Rodale Press gardening books on their shelf; I know I do. But kudos to Roost Books for believing in this project and publishing a book that details just about every possible procedure and question you might have about all kinds of composting. The last portion of the book even gives tips on activism and starting your own composting venture at your local community, school, church, or vacant lot. The book is full of case studies of successful projects from all over and useful knowledge from experienced composters.
For anyone who gardens on a small or large scale this book is a must have. It answers questions many gardeners won’t even have thought of yet! It doesn’t matter if you are growing food for the community or your family, or even if your garden is nothing but potted plants on a balcony or patio, this book has methods you can use to live more sustainably. Stop throwing food scraps in the trash and learn how to turn them into rich black gold to make even the tiniest garden a better place!
Watch for this coming up from Roost Books on May 19, 2015 at your favorite booksellers!
P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-2279417263000468962015-02-19T05:48:00.001-08:002015-02-19T05:48:59.500-08:00Orion Magazine | Dreaming in Dirt by BK Loren<a href="https://orionmagazine.org/article/dreaming-dirt/#.VOXpi4z-izQ.blogger">Orion Magazine | Dreaming in Dirt by BK Loren</a><br /><br />
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A beautiful piece reminding us that our imprint on the earth remains forever.P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-65092163912604330942015-02-03T22:19:00.003-08:002015-02-03T22:19:55.353-08:00Man in the Maze <a href="http://tucson.com/entertainment/movies/award-winning-food-systems-documentary-premiers-on-tucson-com/article_1c1da1eb-4ac8-5efb-95c8-b804001ea798.html"></a>
Interesting short award-winning film on our food. Appalling visuals of our incredible waste of food going into landfills.
http://tucson.com/entertainment/movies/award-winning-food-systems-documentary-premiers-on-tucson-com/article_1c1da1eb-4ac8-5efb-95c8-b804001ea798.htmlP. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-25741793880654485382014-01-27T10:53:00.000-08:002014-01-27T10:53:21.966-08:00Climate Change in 19 haikuTake a look at this article on Greg Johnson's effort to distill a massive report from the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) into 19 illustrated haiku. Says it all!
http://daily.sightline.org/2013/12/16/the-entire-ipcc-report-in-19-illustrated-haiku/
P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-70630919807131437822013-12-15T12:39:00.000-08:002013-12-15T12:41:56.166-08:00Tiny scrubber beads in cosmetics are coming back up the food chain to us! <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2013/12/15/us/scientists-turn-their-gaze-toward-tiny-threats-to-great-lakes.html?nl=todaysheadlines&emc=edit_th_20131215"></a>
So read the ingredients on the cosmetics and health products you buy. If it uses plastic beads, don't buy it. There are plenty of alternatives out there as companies such as Burt's Bees, Tom's, St. Ives, Weleda and others well know and use. Support the companies who are doing the responsible thing!
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/12/15/us/scientists-turn-their-gaze-toward-tiny-threats-to-great-lakes.html?nl=todaysheadlines&emc=edit_th_20131215P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-68698920741148273882013-11-24T10:08:00.002-08:002013-11-24T10:13:37.845-08:00Get rid of your lawn and grow native plants and trees. Save the monarchs and the bees! <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2013/11/24/sunday-review/the-year-the-monarch-didnt-appear.html?smid=pl-share"></a>
Please read this New York Times article on the risk of extinction of Monarch butterflies, bees and other insects. This should serve as the canary in the coal mine and an awakening for all of us. http://www.nytimes.com/2013/11/24/sunday-review/the-year-the-monarch-didnt-appear.html?smid=pl-share P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-4083253584473067732013-04-08T11:20:00.000-07:002013-04-08T11:20:15.049-07:00ASARCO towers coming down this weekend.<a href="http://www.elpasotimes.com/news/ci_22978052/what-you-need-know-about-asarco-smokestacks-el"></a>
After years of controversy, the towers of Asarco will be demolished this weekend. Much earlier in this blog I had posted about the Asarco controversy. This isn't really the end. Although the towers re coming down, no one seems to quite know what to do about prime real estate that is saturated with heavy metals and is unarguably an integral part of the history of El Paso and the University of Texas at El Paso. P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-28229293984017372292012-10-08T18:29:00.001-07:002012-10-08T18:31:27.709-07:00Is today a good day to die? Is today a good day to die?
Upon the passing of
Fanny the Wonder Dog 1999-2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I seem to count the stages of my life by the dogs I have loved; more importantly, the dogs who have loved me. We inherited Fanny when acquaintances of ours moved overseas and could not take the dog. I had just had to put down Brandy, my beloved golden retriever who had developed osteosarcoma, a dreadful way to go. The cancer was in her skull and her head bones grew and grew until the pressure upon her eyes caused her to go blind. When she walked into the pond and nearly drowned, we knew it was time. Brandy had helped me raise my son and his friends. She was the ultimate pet, perfectly content and long-suffering no matter how many times her ears or tail were pulled by small children. She was two years old when I got her; my son was eighteen months and they grew up together.
With Fanny I wasn’t really ready for another dog, but there she was; an older dog unlikely to find a home quickly. So we agreed to take her. Fanny was the most remarkably potty-trained dog I have ever known. She never once went anywhere but her own yard. For weeks we carried around little plastic baggies that were never used on walks. Even on trips to the park, or long walks, Fanny held it until she got home.
She was big and blonde and not the brightest of dogs. But from the first day, she decided she was my dog. Don’t know why. To tell the truth maybe I resented having her there instead of Brandy. She made her decision and that was that; unquestionably my dog whether I liked it or not. Curious, affectionate and ever helpful, she just wanted to be close to her people.
Being so large and ferocious made her appear to be a marvelous guard dog. She wasn’t. Actually she was nervous and scared of thunder, loud noises, strangers and probably a host of other things. For a while we had a chow mix, my son’s puppy, and invariably Fanny would look to Ming to see whether she should bark or not? Be scared or not? Ming being a third the size of Fanny made these canine conversations most interesting to observe.
So being a big dog often means hip dysplasia. Gradually the last couple of years, Fanny developed what we call turn-out in ballet. Her hind feet no longer lined up with her front feet; instead they canted outward giving her a rolling sailor’s walk. She still loved walking, chasing any birds foolish enough to stay in range, and carrots. She learned to love carrots when we began juicing again. She would hear the juicer and know that treats were coming. Carrots were a better “carrot” for the dog than any doggy treat ever manufactured.
Walks became more problematic and much shorter. Some days she could do her usual circuit but more often she would visibly tire and ask to go back home. Still the jangle of the leash always perked her up. Our walks became gentle strolls around the block. On a couple of occasions she became so exhausted that she just sat down where she stopped. One time that was on the edge of a curb. And one time it was smack in the middle of the street. What could I do? I sat down with her and was thankful we live in a sleepy neighborhood without many fast cars, or cars at all that evening!
This weekend she couldn’t get up at all. She was still eager to see us, still eager to greet us and still thrilled to have a carrot, but she couldn’t get up. She no longer had control over her hindquarters. For the first time since her hips began giving her problems she clearly was in pain now. The ultimate humiliation for the ultimately house-trained dog was the distress of soiling herself since she couldn’t rise.
Her veterinarian Dr. Janie made a house call this afternoon. My husband asked do we get better medical care as a dog than a human? But I told him only when it’s most likely the final doctor visit. Sometimes I think I would want someone to do the same for me. What happens when we reach the end of our days? I want to believe I will still have my joie de vivre but will I when I am incontinent, incoherent, hooked to machines and know that it won’t ever get any better? Dr. Janie says maybe it would be a good thing for humans too but she fears people would abuse it. I don’t know. Today it looks like a gift.
We have a new granddaughter who delighted in visiting Fanny. I’m convinced that her first word was “ruff, ruff.” Later her parents confirmed that her first consistent word was gou-gou which is doggie in Chinese. Come to think of it my son’s first words/sounds were ruff, ruff too Children speak dog more fluently than adults. How do you explain to a not yet two-year old that the gou-gou is gone?
Pink ribbons, pink slips, pink liquid in a needle. Why do some people think pink is a cheery color? The vet tech holds Fanny’s body and I hold her head while Dr. Janie slips the needle into Fanny’s front leg. I continue to stroke her head as her eyes begin to close. Her heartbeat calms. Her breathing slows. And slows. And stops.
Today is a gorgeous autumn day. The sun is warm but not too hot. A gentle breeze ruffles our hair. Today is good. Dr. Janie takes out her stethoscope and listens for the giant heart that has stilled. Fanny was a good dog. She had a good life. No one should have to suffer pain needlessly. Today was a good day to die. Rest in peace.
P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-77738823011048603802012-07-23T18:32:00.001-07:002012-07-23T18:39:43.282-07:00Front Yard Garden 7-23-2012<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJAzfpuDQZDWzJh9V1XCym2jjUiR9FUyU7a7iRJtt9v2j5PFSz9vepXeo99ydNdPcKCAzc3GwgN3KOuEIQ-heM45nTkTjakJqJE0B4j64bcRWiP8Xula2IMiQhZTooy3JN9O-DeU3jI-vz/s1600/DSC07276.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJAzfpuDQZDWzJh9V1XCym2jjUiR9FUyU7a7iRJtt9v2j5PFSz9vepXeo99ydNdPcKCAzc3GwgN3KOuEIQ-heM45nTkTjakJqJE0B4j64bcRWiP8Xula2IMiQhZTooy3JN9O-DeU3jI-vz/s320/DSC07276.JPG" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br />
In honor of my friend Liz who wants to know more about xeriscaping and native plants, I thought I would share the glory of my front yard after the most welcome rain shower this afternoon. Who says the desert is all cactusy? Here<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhow09QyYm8CSr_4wfc2afg60teHhpTUQGNJ62f5gphGTNzH-Rfw0_7RHrILHSKD2kU_JtqrMsPUc1SUtmYe4gmLU6baNT0FxINnetay7k_r1wUVFKmH79dJbIMr1o6muSw-ipFPp3zdGXI/s1600/DSC07277.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhow09QyYm8CSr_4wfc2afg60teHhpTUQGNJ62f5gphGTNzH-Rfw0_7RHrILHSKD2kU_JtqrMsPUc1SUtmYe4gmLU6baNT0FxINnetay7k_r1wUVFKmH79dJbIMr1o6muSw-ipFPp3zdGXI/s320/DSC07277.JPG" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a> are rain sages, salvia, agistache, desert marigold and red yucca just to show the colors of the Chihuahua Desert.<br />
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This TED talk was great promoting sustainability in an urban area where I lived for a number of years. Yea, Old Louisville and University of Louisville for promoting light living on the planet. We should ALL be hanging our clothes to dry, walking/biking, composting and reusing and conserving our precious water!P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-84003364718335495492012-05-04T15:31:00.001-07:002012-05-04T15:31:16.824-07:00TEDxUofL 2012 Justin Mog -- Sustainability is fun AND easy!<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-xwUMJCllvo?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-38680192241108834882012-02-27T21:28:00.000-08:002012-02-27T21:28:09.437-08:00World Order - Machine CivilizationI just discovered this great precision performance group. This video seems to be making more of a social statement and I also enjoyed World Order - Mexico and World Order - New York City.P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-83635717860804763462010-04-02T20:29:00.000-07:002010-04-02T21:19:13.862-07:00Spring Garden 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw2a-j0X3ot3OxwXAEKukKIlmvGFifH0Ul-TFssCC9nYS16-1EdIGOz5HAKpKGzoK29ASSVqTtf-IyJkh-kD-3pepyJqJ1lXjWZ0edzRUYHoVGy81UCdyXg2rK4U67HSL9Q8ridYOc_MCN/s1600/DSC00060.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw2a-j0X3ot3OxwXAEKukKIlmvGFifH0Ul-TFssCC9nYS16-1EdIGOz5HAKpKGzoK29ASSVqTtf-IyJkh-kD-3pepyJqJ1lXjWZ0edzRUYHoVGy81UCdyXg2rK4U67HSL9Q8ridYOc_MCN/s200/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455759527015228770" /></a><br />Spring arrived in El Paso and the garden beckoned once again. We spent part of our Spring Break week getting everything into the ground. Albert broke up the plot by himself because of my crazy schedule and workload but we both got our hands dirty planting seeds and slips. I'm not at all sure that we saved any money on groceries last summer but I have to say there is something quite satisfying about stepping out the back door and picking your own tomatoes or spinach. No question that we are pesticide and noxious chemical free <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJnCIEVpfGbGov0yah28Up1FFLcl_jqTdcHoBMVzFy5SMadUcRC7fwdxhoY5TRmKmAwUsvUSmIUqVkzFwhbEOjJJIwaZ0FeIimK5nF1o2If_lihXVkrOaSYWsoeNFbbbISAqsPs7iSy5Bc/s1600/DSC00057.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJnCIEVpfGbGov0yah28Up1FFLcl_jqTdcHoBMVzFy5SMadUcRC7fwdxhoY5TRmKmAwUsvUSmIUqVkzFwhbEOjJJIwaZ0FeIimK5nF1o2If_lihXVkrOaSYWsoeNFbbbISAqsPs7iSy5Bc/s200/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455759798143613218" /></a><br />We are letting a gorgeous bok choy flower and go to seed, hoping to salvage its seeds to replant. The parsley came back nicely as did some of the other herbs. Sage didn't make it through the winter nor did the basils. El Paso's harsh summer sun coupled with unpredictable winters sometimes just wipes out plants we thought would make it. Gardening in the Southwest is completely different from what I knew as a farm child. We don't bother with planting runner beans to climb up corn, my job when I was little. Corn is dirt cheap here and just not worth the water or the space. This year Albert had the idea to siphon water from the fish pond for a little extra fertilize emulsion. The pond gets fresh water and the garden stays moist. Daily we watch over our eggplant, lettuce, garlic, tomatoes and peppers. The beans and zucchini are just beginning to peek out of the starter pots. Every season becomes a new experiment. <br /><br />Best of all, the mockingbird returned. The day after we planted everything, he was high in the tree singing every song he knew with such joyous abandon. It almost seemed that he was thrilled to see our garden and us digging and messing around in the yard. Come to think of it, having the garden probably does supply a few more bugs, grubs, worms and such for his family's snacks so maybe his joy was sincere. I stood in the backyard watching and listening and finally chirping back at him just to have something to contribute to the conversation. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPzBn8IwQAKYQmK_HNlAkreOG8990OOU81fItGmLLqhE9qyLt88o-0y7biZ1KDZj1V-Zz0dl6rciixo17NIgOSlLfb-BXihkPhwaXfllPauiOT9Ji0qulka4xAD92Z6gBMC3iOh_Od5LHx/s1600/DSC00063.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPzBn8IwQAKYQmK_HNlAkreOG8990OOU81fItGmLLqhE9qyLt88o-0y7biZ1KDZj1V-Zz0dl6rciixo17NIgOSlLfb-BXihkPhwaXfllPauiOT9Ji0qulka4xAD92Z6gBMC3iOh_Od5LHx/s200/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455758932187754242" /></a><br /><br />Fannie the Wonder Dog does not understand our fascination with playing in the dirt but she happily keeps us company and enjoys the mockingbird who sings for all of us.P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-61741186301409844132009-09-19T10:20:00.001-07:002009-09-19T10:20:10.926-07:00Michelle's lessons from No Impact<a href="http://noimpactman.typepad.com/blog/2009/09/michelles-lessons-from-no-impact.html">Michelle's lessons from No Impact</a><br /><br />Shared via <a href="http://addthis.com">AddThis</a><br />P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-77618915042377958022009-09-12T13:37:00.000-07:002009-09-12T13:53:05.025-07:00Is Your Drinking Water Safe in Your State?This New York Times article and interactive map show the appalling violations of the Clean Water Act nationwide and the difficulties of enforcing compliance. It is distressing but not surprising to see that in Texas 70% of the facilities have had violations with very little success at enforcing corrections. I hope everyone of you who are reading this will boycott bottled water. Use a home filtration system, even a Brita pitcher, and fill up your own non-plastic bottle. Steel bottles are inexpensive, easy to clean, long-lasting and ultimately recyclable. Plastic bottles only contribute to the problem.<br /><br />A related article debates how much weed killer is in our drinking water. <br /><br />http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/23/us/23water.html?ref=usP. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-12613862533709421392009-09-02T17:42:00.000-07:002013-04-08T11:21:13.125-07:00Where the Wild Things WereMr. Block's column in the New York Times reminded me of some of the writing we passionately discussed in our Chatham Nature Writing course. I had hoped that Block wouild credit Maurice Sendak for the appropriation of his title of his 46 year old classic <em></em>Where the Wild Things Are<em></em> but even so it is a thoughtful coming of age essay. Wasn't there a time in most of our childhoods when we dreamed of taming, befriending a wild creature?P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-36883133910568424722009-09-02T17:29:00.000-07:002009-09-02T17:36:49.935-07:00Is Blasting a Mountain Away an Honor?I have mixed feelings about this monument just as this columnist does. There is so much that could be done to honor great Native Americans but I just don't think this is the best way. When at the same time all over the country, no, actually all over the world, indigenous people are fighting to protect sacred places and environmentalists are trying to protect wild and natural places; how can anyone justify blowing up a mountain? And people applauded? For what?P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-39828817420087200892009-07-28T19:45:00.001-07:002009-09-02T17:37:57.438-07:00Seven things you thought you could recycleMy classmate Becca just posted this great article on her blog http://backyardtransliteration.blogspot.com/<br />Great information and worth sharing here.P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-63765812634983102632009-07-08T09:57:00.001-07:002009-09-02T17:38:23.917-07:00Windbelt, Cheap Generator Alternative, Set to Power Third World<a href="http://www.popularmechanics.com/technology/industry/4224763.html">Windbelt, Cheap Generator Alternative, Set to Power Third World</a><br /><br />Shared via <a href="http://addthis.com">AddThis</a>P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-50026188646405254302009-04-12T15:50:00.000-07:002009-04-12T15:51:15.403-07:00A Sense of Wonder – A reflection on nature writingThis semester of nature writing has expanded my perceptions of nature writing just as last semester’s course on travel writing greatly expanded my views on writing about place. More than ever I think that both are connected. When I travel, I am drawn to natural locations so it is difficult to disentangle writing about place and writing about nature. My personal library has grown too. I have writers on my shelf now that weren’t there before. I have been especially intrigued by Native American writers such as Silko but other writers such as Terry Tempest Williams have touched my life. It was vindicating to read works by writers I knew personally, whose works were already part of my vernacular. Re-reading these authors and discovering new works by them was sort of a validation of what I already believed. This is the last formal Chatham Nature Writing entry on this nature blog. Will the blog continue? Most definitely. It has become a forum for me to express my personal point of view and to share with others. <br /><br />One thing that has been on my mind is the reason I chose Chatham. I had researched several schools but when I found Chatham and learned of the connection with Rachel Carson and their focus on the environment and nature, it had to be Chatham for me. Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring had a huge impact on me while I was in high school. Last week at my favorite used book store I came across her book A Sense of Wonder which was written for her nephew but time ran out for her before she finished it. She wrote it in 1956 and it was published by Charles Pratt in 1965. In it she says, “No child should grow up unaware of the dawn chorus of the birds in spring.” <br /><br />Carson also says, “If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of children I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life, as an unfailing antidote against boredom and disenchantments of later years, the sterile preoccupation with things that are artificial, the alienation from the sources of our strength.“<br /><br />I am thankful to the good fairies that I was born with that sense of wonder. I have tried to impart the same wonder to my son. I hope that my sense of wonder lasts me all the rest of my days.P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-68923884229801463202009-04-09T17:16:00.000-07:002009-04-09T17:18:08.390-07:00In a MomentIn a Moment. Serendipity. Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” Crash. Seven Pounds. How fast can our lives change in just a moment?<br /><br />Today I reflect on what we are given and what can be taken away in an instant. Albert and I were involved in a four car accident this afternoon much less than a mile from our house. The statistics are true. Yes, we are going to be alright, mostly banged up and bruised. The hospitals have C-T scans of our heads and multiple x-rays of my spine and leg, then they sent us home with scrip for vast quantities of expensive drugs. No, it was not our fault. We, along with three other cars, were sitting patiently waiting our turn at the four-way stop when a teenager with his dad in the car rammed into the brand new Mustang behind us, forcing our tiny two-seater aluminum Honda hybrid Insight into and under the Kia SUV in front of us. What could have happened in that moment? We all walked and drove away. <br /><br />I was thrilled to have a half day off from school and was looking forward to a peaceful lunch with Albert. It’s six o’clock and what with stress, nausea and several hours at the hospital, I still haven’t had that lunch. What if we had decided to eat downtown instead of turning West? What if I hadn’t changed lanes? Then someone else would have been the car between the Kia and the Mustang. What if I had stayed to clean my classroom? I didn’t. I thought about my poem that some of you have read. Every choice we make; every action has a reaction. We indeed are all connected.<br /><br />You might ask what does this have to do with a nature blog? I’ll tell you. We have no idea how long our time will be. When my son first started driving, I worried every time he walked out of the door. What if the next phone call was that dreaded phone call that so many parents receive. But we get complacent. We forget that it could happen to us. Christians believe in a life after death. Muslims believe that what will happen is already written. Native Americans see spirits live on in the trees, the animals and the earth. Buddhists meditate and work toward enlightenment. I don’t know. You don’t either. Maybe they are all correct. Nature is and we are all part of the natural world. Sometimes we have a choice. Sometimes things happen in an instant. In a moment. <br /><br />It’s been said before, but if you knew that today or tomorrow would be your last day on earth, what would you do? What would you say? Some of my classmates and I have dealt with death or disease in both our lives and our writing. My mother had what she saw as the gift of time. With terminal cancer, she took it as a blessing that she could say everything she had always wanted to say to the people she loved most. But what about those whose life ends in a single heartbeat? What is their message? What is the legacy that each of us leaves behind? <br /><br />I thought about all my words that are on paper and in this computer. I thought about my son. I thought about my life. When we are struck with catastrophe, everything is stripped away. You figure out very quickly what is most important. My son and his girlfriend saw us on the street and saw my car. They stopped. They drove us to the hospital. I sat on the curb watching the policemen, looking at Albert, at Thomas and Ciara, and I knew what is most important. My car was a great car. I say, to hell with the car. The people I love most in life were there beside me. You want a definition of nature? Of the natural world? It is who we are fundamentally when all the stuff is erased. We are nature and so is everyone else. Everything that is alive matters right now, in this moment. And when we’re gone? Well, who knows? None of us do. But today, I am alive. My family is with me. And I am thankful for that. <br /><br />6:17 p.m. Mountain Time, 9 April 2009P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-43174155847616778192009-04-07T21:00:00.001-07:002009-04-07T21:00:43.341-07:00The Garden – Part 8Unbelievable! We have actually had our first harvest from our garden. The spinach seedlings are growing quite well. We did not want to hinder their growth in any way, but with scissors in hand, we snipped the most substantial leaves off and enjoyed them in a lovely omelet. The tomato plants are flowering. The beets are more than two inches tall and the beans!! Well, the beans are stretching up and out. Almost all of them germinated and it looks like we’ll be harvesting beans some weeks later this summer. I cannot believe that we didn’t try this before. It is fascinating every day to see what has grown. What is bizarre is that there are changes from the morning to the afternoon. A plant with unfurled leaves at sunrise, by the time I come home from work has popped open and its double leaves are stiff and sturdy. Soon we’ll have to start thinning the beets. We sowed the seeds down the rows and they are so thick that we must choose which ones to pick for the salad to let the other have a larger measure of soil, water and sun. Perhaps it is a bit like fertility treatments where some are chosen and some are sacrificed. The zucchini has sprouted and is crowding out of its tiny flat of six compartments. It’s another one that we didn’t really believe in and now we have to decide where in the yard to plant what will become sprawling vines. Maybe Fanny the Wonder Dog will have some of the garden intruding on her space. There is no more room within our little fenced confined space. Everything we planted is there growing strong and tall. Years ago in Iowa I used to plant what I called my gazpacho garden. It had tomatoes, sweet peppers, cucumbers and fresh parsley. It didn’t seem to matter if I had to shop at the local grocer as long as I knew those were available to me outside my door. There is something comforting and strengthening in successfully growing your own food. Mmmm. Next year we’re thinking, maybe the front yard too?<br /><br />April 7, 2009P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-89028664275702889532009-03-25T20:16:00.000-07:002009-03-25T20:17:32.713-07:00The TerraPass Footprint: Join Earth Hour March 28 at 8:30 p.m. local timeP. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-72381365674730657502009-03-24T21:58:00.000-07:002009-03-24T22:07:10.997-07:00The Healing PowerSome of my classmates posted comments on their blogs that may at first seem unrelated but both have been stirring in my head. Mark Anthony wrote about Natural Children at http://marnature.blogspot.com/2009/03/natural-children.html . He was commenting on another classmate’s blog, Amanda at http://agorecki85.blogspot.com/ and so the circle continues. Both were talking about the healing power of nature and how children are drawn to the outdoors. It was a special place for many of us as we were growing up. It remains a healing, calming place for us still. Becca at http://backyardtransliteration.blogspot.com/2009/03/backyard-healing.html was running away from her nature essays that weren’t cooperating and found singing birds and a little peace in her backyard and then shared it with us. Then Johnny at http://johnny-borderlands.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-circular-route.html posted about “the great circular route” and that perhaps we are breathing air breathed by Julius Ceasar. We just had a visiting geologist/ literature lecturer at The University of Texas at El Paso who said that scientists have discovered that the very same dust that blows away from El Paso in our stupendous dust storms has been found in the Hebrides. They have done extensive research and analysis and our El Paso dust actually travels halfway around the world. <br /><br />I thought about how nature, and this class, is connecting all of us who would not otherwise have met. We will meet in August at the Chatham residency but we already know things about each other that we have shared in our writings. In our discussion boards we recently read Leslie Marmon Silko who talked about inclusion and being a part of a greater whole. We are all connected. There are people who have not yet seen that connection but that doesn’t mean that they are not connected to each other and to us. That is happening to all of us right now if we will just pause, breathe and be aware. <br /><br />Be in the moment. <br /><br />March 24, 2009P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195362944501039208.post-64642219673109888802009-03-24T21:29:00.000-07:002009-03-31T21:13:23.862-07:00The Acacia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_mosQrPAsXdeKD3fmF9d4aSzuyj0QwlsOTcAfd4zdK22hyPqankdWkf5gufk7uo7SQCpO3EGrGfWqGEyp1ibp6j-0sU6OgjglPP_AXEHz8Bc130zjNPjYFjJpSw4w8CTrcc6phMmczqc/s1600-h/DSC01120.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_mosQrPAsXdeKD3fmF9d4aSzuyj0QwlsOTcAfd4zdK22hyPqankdWkf5gufk7uo7SQCpO3EGrGfWqGEyp1ibp6j-0sU6OgjglPP_AXEHz8Bc130zjNPjYFjJpSw4w8CTrcc6phMmczqc/s200/DSC01120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319571204115321202" /></a><br />Desert plants are not like other plants. They have an armory that would rival any warring state but their blossoms are delicate and unbelievably precious. When you see those stark pictures of Africa with a silhouette of a tree, it’s probably an acacia. They will thrive with neglect or even with abuse. Even if the tree dies, somewhere there is a seedling, a seed pod unopened waiting for just enough rain. The promise of new life. The acacia has soft thistledown yellow flowers that appear before the leaves. The scent is subtle but heady. In the early dawn or at sunset, the smell is similar to the sweetest iris. The scent envelopes you as you walk beneath the spreading branches but it alludes if you stick your nose next to the flower. With the flowers come vicious thorns. The young branches send out thorns over an inch long, sharp as needles, nestled among the soft puffball flowers. <br /><br />With the cultivation of life and healthy plants, there must be some destruction too. It is part of the great life cycle. This weekend we are trying to help the acacia by our house. For too many years, it has been allowed to split into multiple trunks which are weakening the tree. When the seed pods came last fall, they were so heavy the tree almost broke. It is the nature of the acacia to have multiple trunks but this tired tree has been damaged by utility trucks, unkindly pruned and yet, every spring, it sends out its yellow cloud of fragrant flowers. We cut back the trunks that are too heavy to salvage. We prune back the branches. I cannot bear to waste any of it so we gather all the cuttings and snip them by hand into manageable bits that I can use for mulch. The spiny twigs will serve to protect the tender plants in the backyard with fewer defenses. The branches we cut into firewood lengths. As we remove the heaviest limb, the tree groans and stands a little more upright. The yellow flowers shower their scent around us, the dust of their soft blossoms sprinkled in our hair. <br /><br />The acacia reminds me of a fortune teller reading my palm and telling me of multiple paths that I have followed. So many times we are afraid to be hurt so we have our thorns ready to defend even before the damage is done. There is balance in the acacia. Good and bad. Dark and light. It is the ultimate survivor. Even when the tree is old and scarred, there is always the burst of yellow in the spring. A promise. A hope for the future. <br /><br />March 24, 2009P. Herronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03410728659967940408noreply@blogger.com1