I wandered Baker’s Nursery yesterday with Greg, checking out the squash, herbs, peppers and flowers begging to be taken home and planted before the incredible heat gets even hotter. It was an aesthetic overload — so many bright colors, odd shapes, varying textures to try to capture.
I’ve just joined the board of the Phoenix Permaculture Guild; over lunch yesterday, I told him how I once was chastised in junior high for having created an environmental club — SOAP (Save our Amazing Planet.) We laughed at the stories of holding countless carwashes to raise money to buy portions of the rainforest, which was very en vogue (this was well before a restaurant fundraiser was perhaps a more sensible way to go about raising money as a school group). Using soap for SOAP, we did raise awareness in Mesa; our little club was intrumental in getting curbside recycling implemented city-wide.
I was asked a few weeks ago to speak at my junior high about refugees. I hadn’t been back in more than 15 years and it was an Alice in Wonderland experience with the school seeming very lilliputian. After the presentation, I asked a couple students if SOAP was still around. I was so happy to hear they were still recycling, getting the kitchen to reduce waste, limiting water use, etc. It was a full-circle moment — so fundamentally satisfying and healing.
Some people know what they want to do with their lives from childhood. I have no idea what I want to do tomorrow. But it does make me happy to think this little club was worth the torment. Hopefully I’ll have something to offer the guild leaders. Perhaps they need a carwash?