Neville Longbottom: knows gardening is magic
Well, despite a push from the United Nations, we Garden Ranters were a Blog Action Day bust. (Though Susan and Elizabeth kept us from total shame on their own blogs.) Why no action-oriented rant here? After all, we’re composters, mulchers, lawn-eliminators. We’re a force for good.
The problem is, we don’t garden to be good. I’ve had drinks with my partners, so I’ll risk saying that we’re all hedonists who garden because it’s a joy. I had a big vegetable garden long before I had a carbon footprint, just for the fascinating shapes and sizes and growth rates of the plants, the close personal relationship you develop with the soil there, and the incomparably gorgeous food it produces.
Re the gardener and the environment: all of us are so hopeless as individuals. I mean, who are we, compared to Exxon Mobil and GE, which in its manufacturing heyday managed to poison my whole part of the world? Who are we compared to the aptly named Toll Brothers and all those people plopping down pre-fab vinyl in every high spot in my beautiful Washington County, NY? Not only can’t any of us by ourselves stop what’s happening to the landscape around us, we can barely scream in a way that will be heard.
Let’s not even start on the subject of carbon emissions and coal-fired power plants and those idiots at GM and Ford–or the craven toadying to rape-and-pillage industries that we get from our elected officials. It’s all MADDENING.
I’d be mad, except for one saving grace. We can make our own far better worlds in our own image in our own yards. Fight back in the sphere we control. Ban vinyl. Pretend the internal combustion engine was never invented. Take a tip from William Blake and play Adam and Eve with the spouse. Play Demeter, and yell at the dog to get out of the lilies. Maybe set a fine example for the neighbors, or maybe just keep ourselves happy and hopeful.
So yeah, we Ranters do the right thing. But that’s a boring reason to do anything.