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Plant, Don't Plunder
by RachelleN
Sep 18, 2014 | 301 views | 0 0 comments | 16 16 recommendations | email to a friend | print | permalink
A disturbing trend in Queens is the massive destruction of trees, plants, and flowers in private yards. Once they chop down every living thing in their own backyard, many owners often turn to destroying the city's trees. Please report city tree destruction if you see it. We need trees to absorb rain and prevent flooding. Plus, each tree has the cooling power of ten air conditioners. 

Here is a "before" and "after" video of a private mass backyard tree slaughter in Queens, NY. 

The man-made slaughter was worse than Hurricane Sandy. 

"With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard,
With delicate-color’d blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break." ---by Walt Whitman 


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Timing Is Everything
by RachelleN
Sep 11, 2014 | 24314 views | 0 0 comments | 619 619 recommendations | email to a friend | print | permalink

     While I was living in Nashville, I was continually learning about different plants and flowers that were native to the region. As I walked through a field one day, I spotted a cluster of dainty mystery plants sprouting soft downy globes of milky white seeds perched high atop long slender green stems. I experienced my usual “wished I’d brought my camera along” angst and thought about returning to photograph them.

       Fast forward to the next morning. I grabbed my camera and headed out to revisit the striking plants. Huh? The wind had beaten me to them.  Spare strands of filmy translucent wisps remained intact but the bare plants that had been artfully revised by nature looked nothing like the striking delicate beauties I had glimpsed the day before.

      Although similar opportunities would present themselves in the future, I knew that the sunlight would never again shed light on those fragile white blooms in exactly the same manner. Dozens of other changes would also occur over time. The moment had passed. A creative opportunity slipped through my hands because I hesitated when I should have acted. Lesson learned. 

      Have you ever missed out on a creative opportunity because you hesitated when you should have acted?

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