Ever since the new Tweet Shoppe opened the locals have been flocking to try out all the new gelato flavors. Flavors such as Sunflower Crunch, Very Berry Birdseed, Mealworm Mocha, and Slithering Earthworm Swirl would be considered extreme by our standards, but these feathered friends just call them yummy! :)
Today is Blog Action Day when 'bloggers around the web will unite to put a single important issue on everyone’s mind - the environment.' I find the idea that so many voices are focusing on one topic, especially one this important to be really amazing.
Sometimes I think it's funny how we say that environmentalists are fighting for the planet when in reality this planet doesn't care if it's too hot or if it's a solid ball of ice. It's been around for billions of trillions of years, and it will still be here in one form or another when we're gone.
When there's smog in our cities the Earth doesn't cough....we do. Trees supply oxygen to our planet, but when acres of forest are cut down, and countless plant species are lost, and yet another animal goes extinct, the Earth doesn't shed a tear, but I do.
Quite frankly, I'm saddened every time we lose a bit of nature because I selfishly like breathing fresh unfiltered air, and every plant lost may mean the loss of a potential cure to one of our human diseases.
Sometimes I think we should stop kidding ourselves that we're worried about this big rock we call a the planet. Being an environmentalist is all about our own survival, and wanting to live on a planet that's sky blue and grass green with splashes of the most amazing colors we've ever seen. Somewhere that's not filled with indecomposable trash. It's about wanting to live in a place where we're happy and surrounded by beauty. And for me, that's something worth fighting for. :)
Last weekend the weather was beautiful so I went out and found a very nice forest preserve, and walked the tree-lined paths for a few miles. It was a perfect day except I noticed that others must have thought the woodland floor was for disposing their plastic bottles and other assorted trash. It got me thinking that living with all that litter must give the woodland creatures the blues.