The big bad wolf is back again
My house is made of sticks, my furniture: maple, my deck: redwood, books: reams of shredded wood, the bench where I watch my children play teak-- I am a consumer of wood. I use it, sit on it and love it. The loggers-- they are just doing their jobs.
So why is it that when I see the hillsides all chewed up near my summer home, I feel as though my house of sticks has just blown down?
* I am back from vacation and will write more later. I just wanted you all to know I’m back. Now, the forest near my cabin has been logged to high heaven, but at least the tiger lilies were still in bloom.
4 Comments:
Hi(waves) nice to see a new post. Cute, funny hope your house won't blow away since it is not made of bricks and only stones. I think the wolf knows not to mess with bonnie hehe.
That is so sad. We are a consumer culture, but never really consider where our products come from.
Welcome Home!
Hey Bonnie B welcome back! Glad you are "whole" again.
Replant, replant, replant!!!!
Welcome back from a hopefully peaceful break!!
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