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This is the link to the NASA Climate Change website. Scroll down for a box to subscribe to the newsletter.
Foxfield Preserve is a natural burial cemetery in southwest Stark County, Ohio.
“Life Everlasting: The Animal Way of Death” by Bernd Heinrich describes the transformation of matter after death and why the recycling of that matter is necessary to the environment. NPR has an excerpt here, and I especially like the introduction, describing the way humans have denied the return of their remains to the earth:
My friend knows we share a vision of our mortal remains continuing “on the wing.” We like to imagine our afterlives riding through the skies on the wings of birds such as ravens and vultures, who are some of the more charismatic of nature’s undertakers. The dead animals they disassemble and spread around are then reconstituted into all sorts of other amazing life throughout the ecosystem.
An excellent book on ice and climate change:
This is a good article about the benefits of fallen leaves:
My name is Rastrum. Some of you may recognize me from those halcyon autumn days of your youth, but these days I am a dying breed. I and my kind in decades past served as a sign of autumn, our work the prelude to kids holding suckers jumping into piles of leaves, but no more. We have been replaced.
Where once the sound of our pleasing scraping of leaves accompanied your work as you humans raked the detritus of arboreal denizens whose chlorophyll had ceased for the year, now mowers sounding like propeller planes awaiting their turn to taxi attack the fallen foliage. Those leaves go in bags that go to landfills if plastic or yard waste sites if paper, those humans seemingly giving no thought to reusing the bags or leaving the leaves on their yards to serve as fertilizer and as haven for small creatures. But no, humans have become wasteful and arrogant, believing despite mountains of evidence to the contrary that they know better than their Earth Mother.
Next, meet Scopae, a friend of mine who has also been replaced, again by machinery that pollutes the air with exhaust fumes and despoils the formerly congenial ambience of time spent outdoors with its hurricane racket, all this while those wielders of mowers and blowers see their muscles atrophy and their bellies burgeon. Scopae and I seem to be going the way of landlines, cursive, and writing letters, and one day young children will be as puzzled when they see us in a museum as they are by a television with a knob for changing channels.
I have some suggestions that I suspect will be met with disdain, dislike, and disregard, but I must nevertheless state my case. Radical they are, but I believe the time has come for such revolutionary, subversive measures.
First, stop mowing and stop blowing. Rid your life of power yard equipment. Rake, sweep, and stoop. Use your muscles and enliven your body with fresh oxygen while enjoying tranquil quiet time. Enjoy fresh air free of internal combusion pollutants.
I can hear you already. “But Rastrum, I can’t possibly maintain my lawn without power equipment!”, which brings me to point number two. Reduce the lawn on your property. Plant trees, let their leaves kill the grass, forswear chemicals, and, if you must have short grass, use a mechanical push mower or buy sheep. Keep a small patch of lawn for outdoor activities, trim it with that push mower, and trim weeds with hand clippers. Use Scopae and I for lawn litter that must go.
Make your property a wildlife refuge, a haven for birds and bugs and mammals and worms, free of pesticides and herbicides and fungicides, a harbor and shelter for nature on the run from man the defiler. Let fallen trees lie, and let nature reclaim her own.
Such actions will generate protests from neighbors and visits from zoning inspectors, so be prepared to protect your rights. Remember that farm animals were banned in the early 1900s because neighborhood beautification organizations coerced their neighbors into following their manner of living, and those groups and golf clubs convinced the masses that lawns were the right and only method of suburban landscaping in a campaign of society brainwashing that remains with us after a century.
Mother Nature achieved balance and environmental health long before humans graced, and later trashed, the planet. It is time to look to her for proper ways to live, to care for the environment, and to rescue Earth from centuries of human abuses before it is too late. Say farewell to mowers and blowers and shake hands with Rastrum and Scopae.