Little rally in Wooded on Sunday. Met some lovely people, ate delicious cake, and the kids were thrilled that saving the planet involved a big play at the playground and choc chip cookies. Shame there wasn't more people - I think the drizzle and cold kept some away.
At times I think it's all hopeless, that our kids are going to inherit a lesser planet than the one we were given. But we've got to try. How else could I look my grandchildren (if I am so lucky) in the eye?
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In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood
“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young