This year, our family’s “big” project has been learning to compost and (hopefully) growing some of our own fruits and veggies. I have tried and failed to start a garden before, but this year I’m excited to see our pea plants shooting up! We have two little tomato plants that are annoyed by the cold nights we’ve had lately (maybe we transplanted too early?) After our first sowing of lettuce didn’t pan out, we tried again, and now we have a few tiny sprouts poking up!
None of this comes naturally to me. I am (aren’t I always?) afraid to fail. But it’s a surprisingly peaceful new practice in our household to sort things for the compost bin (that center basket is a built-in compost area in our @welcometovita raised bed). It’s been really cool to watch nature break down and come to life in the same space.
The bigger change is in my perspective. I’m embarrassed to admit that a lot of the reasons I’ve “gone green” in the past were self-serving.
Reuse (because it saves money).
Recycle (because my county makes it convenient).
Reduce (because it simplifies our lives).
Save the Earth (so it can keep serving us).
Now it’s different. There is so much in this planet that is transformative and life-giving and healing. But not enough. If I care my corner of the Earth the best I can, I can speak up for the rest of her all the better.