Liz McLellan hyperlocavore.com's Page

"Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be."
— Sara Teasdale

Liz, am glad to connect with you here on AOAND. Have been meaning to connect with you and discuss some things we have in common, but am in overwhelm right now. More later.

I think you are really onto something here. Me and my friends being real "city folk" (i.e., giant Metropolis L.A.) need to get a clue, as most of the overdeveloped world of how is it that we just don't have to accept the status quo and that we really can make a difference in reducing global warming and make it greeener. This weekend my son asked me about planting tomato seeds, and I'm saying now: "Why not!"

Best,
Mike

It's certainly sunshine at some point! Isn't everything? That was a fun fact from Garden Gate magazine. It's an excellent publication. Lots of good information, well written and beautifully laid out, photographed and illustrated. The watercolors really enhance the natural beauty of the flowers The blurb on the bacterium mentioned studies on mice but, it was quite short. Maybe there's more on the net. Check out Barry Mack's blog on Our Beautiful Star for more on sunshine. Joy!

Thank you Liz,
I'm sure this is nothing original, but this is so fundamental to people getting back to a communal life style that is both good for the environment and each other I am flattened. I even sent this to my "normie" friends on FB to take your quiz....
Best, Mike

Hello Liz, Thank-you for joining Crone to the Bone. I love your name... hyperlocavore... not just localvore, but a hyper one, indeed! That says alot about you. I am happy to know you and look forward to learning much from you. Metta, Jeanne

It is easy to suppose that few people realize on that occasion, which comes
to all of us, when we look at the blue sky for the first time, that is to say:
not merely see it, but look at it and experience it and for the first time
have a sense that we live in the center of a physical poetry, a geography
that would be intolerable except for the non-geography that exists there -
few people realize that they are looking at the world of their own
thoughts and the world of their own feelings.

- Wallace Stevens,
The Necessary Angel