Bottles vs. Cans at Our Little House
Bottle vs. Can
It took me over 20 years, but I believe I finally have my husband in the recycling mindset.
Score one for the environment!
I’ve written before about how, when my mother and I started using cloth bags, Dale, who then worked as a mechanic for a large landfill in the Kansas City metro, told me it wouldn’t help at all.
I used them anyway, participated in recycling programs and switched to as many organic and free-range foods as possible.
Last weekend, it was he who educated me about something we could be better about recycling.
The Boat at Our Little House
Our 1979 Sea Nymph, built the same year we met
Dale and I have never been early season boaters. From the first year we had our boat, when we bought it in July 1996, we usually didn’t get it out until at least July.
Life – or more accurately – work usually got in the way of the maintenance and cleaning it needed before being launched for a new season.
However, we’ve never been as late as we were this year, but given our track record of going against the grain in life, leave it to us to be getting our boat onto the water when most people are pulling theirs out.
Winds of Change at Our Little House
The only color left to my plants are two little grape tomatoes
Have I mentioned before that it has been a long, hot summer?
Our drought finally broke on Wednesday afternoon and we received some much needed rain.
While I’m usually not one to thank the thunder Gods or embrace the darkness, I turned on an extra lamp in the Belle Writer’s Studio and enjoyed the sound of pelting rain on the roof, glad that what vegetation had survived the drought was getting a good drink.
Dale calls this the “ugly part of summer,” when everything is brown or dying. We have trees that have already lost almost all of their leaves.
Strange Nature at Our Little House
I read this summer about the momma Grizzly bear close to Yellowstone that attacked some campers while they slept. One person was killed and the bear was later hunted and killed. Her two cubs were taken to a zoo. It was determined the bears were starving and evidently, became desperate.
This article, by the Associated Press, warns hikers, berry pickers and campers to expect more of the same as bears come down from the mountains in search of food.
The reason, according to this article, is a beetle that is surviving warmer winters and killing the trees that produce white bark pine cones and their nuts, a staple in a Grizzly bear’s diet.
We have black bears here, but at Our Little House and in the Ozarks Region, we’ve also started noticing strange behavior in nature this year.
