The trees, says Kirwan, tell a story. https://time.com/5694648/ghost-forests-climate-change/?utm_source=pocket-newtab They will come to us one day, our descendants, and ask WHY. And thir lips will move but their voices will be whispers of agony and disbelief. WHY did you take away our planet before you left, mother, father, grandmother, grandfather? What will we say? Advertisements
so this lovely young man gave me much advice about clambering out of the swimming hole in McKinney Park after he’d failed to bear me out of the water on his golden, sloping shoulders. And I told him my son might have been able to and he said, ‘where’s your son?’ And I said he’s at home, and he said, ‘so he’s with a babysitter, is he?’ And I said ‘no he’s a teenager.’ And my gentle gallant said, ‘Uggh, teenagers are the worst nightmare in the world.’ And we commiserated and shared stories.
This will be the century of the young
Climate Strikers are the lovers and gardeners of our planet. Treat them as heroes, bring them water, flowers and love. #Love Your #Garden, the #Planet #Earth.
twitter.com/theeconomist/status/1154648469795160065 I’m not pitching a way of life. I really want to know what you think….? Is this pie in the sky?