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I suppose I ought to finish Sanders’ book in order to move on to something more seasonal, but I can only take in a bit at a time these days and Staying Put: Making a Home in a Restless World offers segments of reasonable length that I can easily process.Occasionally I try to imagine the densely wooded area my state once was when settlers first moved in to try to tame it. Yes, I really do. I don’t want to give up my convenient, civilized life in the suburbs (I wouldn’t have survived a year as an early settler), but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to travel back in time to admire the thick, untamed wilderness.So does Sanders:
Without wanting to undo all of our work, I would relish a bit more wildness. Now that the shores [of the Ohio] have been cleared, I would trade a thousand acres of parking lots for a single acre of “forest primeval,” with cane growing thicker than teeth on the river’s edge, grapevines snarling the treetops a hundred feet in the air, larkspur flaming among the roots, brilliant green parakeets in the limbs, flocks of pigeons spiraling down to roost, bears pawing the rotten logs for grubs, and sycamores fatter than silos. (91)
Sanders says that bison, “lynx, wildcat, panther, elk, otter, bear, and wolf disappeared from the region; the green parakeet vanished altogether. The whooping cranes dwindles almost to extinction, and so did the bald eagle” (81).I knew we’d done away with passenger pigeons, but parakeets? We had green parakeets flying free, and now they’re gone forever?Along rivers we might have glimpsed a flash of green hopping from limb to limb, a visual complement to the flitting goldfinches and glimmering hummingbirds.I’d not heard about these now-extinct parakeets until reading about them in this book, and they were long gone before I made my appearance in the world; still, I feel a sense of loss.
I’m seriously thinking of hosting a sock hop on our shiny new wood floor. Just push back the furniture, dim the lights, and crank up the music.Anyone know where I can rent a mirror ball?
Those parakeets…lost forever…
Three days ago I was sitting on my porch enjoying unseasonably warm temperatures.I noticed that in a planter on my sidewalk, one shy petunia risked unfurling. That warm air and sunshine misled the poor dear, and she found herself unprepared to withstand the first snow that blew in yesterday.Today, she’s stunned, wilted.Or, wait.I think that’s me.
After recuperating from Thanksgiving activity, I’ve managed to write little more than a blog post, status update and a few tweets.
How about you? Any projects in the works?
Credits:Photos: All snow images by Sophie Marie Photography. Used with permission. Puny petunia by Ann Kroeker. All rights reserved.Sanders, Scott Russell. Staying Put: Making a Home in a Restless World. Boston: Beacon Press, 1993. Print. (Amazon Associates Link)