I do love Pride & Prejudice, in all its forms. Currently I'm delving into the written form. Just a few tidbits:
"The stupidity with which [Mr. Collins] was favoured by nature, must guard his courtship from any charm that could make a woman wish for its continuance."
Oh, Jane Austen, how delightfully snarky thou art!
And better yet:
"'Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains?'"
Indeed. But I digress . . .
Earth Day has come and gone, and along with it, a mobile glass pulverizer from Helena. A group of EVST students worked hard to get that darned thing over to Missoula, and we were not disappointed! Missoulians (and Montanans from farther afield) flocked to Caras Park on Earth Day (April 22), and brought about 10 tons of glass for us to pulverize into cullet. It was quite a satisfying day, all told. Here are a few pictures:
Two years' worth of glass from our Recycling Cave of Death:
Other Missoulians' glass stashes:
The Pulverizer from Above (the big vestibule into which all the glass is being thrown is called the "hopper"):
Me working hard! (Ooh, pretty bottle!)
The crew:
Derek, me, Aubree, Marlee, Stacey, Bill (from Headwaters Recycling in Helena), & Robin (EVST prof)--and the pulverizer, of course!
Let's just say that our Earth Day demonstration was wildly successful. :)
So that was two weekends ago. This past weekend I headed out to Central Montana with a group of EVSTers to do a little fencing for a rancher who had 95% of his 11,000 acres burn in an enormous wildfire last summer.
It was one of the most lovely weekends I've had in a long while. The weather gods were smiling on us, giving us 75 degree days, cool breezes, and warm sunshine. And the lush green beauty rising out of the blackened ash of the wildfire was utterly glorious. One evening we drove up to a high ridge on the Terland's land.
To the north were the peaks of the Crazy Mountains, misty in the setting sun; to the south were the snow-capped peaks of the Beartooth Mountains, and on the hills all around the grass was green and dotted with wildflowers--bread & butters (white six-petaled beauties that taste delicious), fire flowers, bluebells, and even some bitterroot plants (Montana's state flower), though they were not yet in bloom.
On Friday morning as I sat out in one of the sloping meadows above the river, I realized that THIS is what human beings are meant to do: We are meant to be outside. We are meant to breathe and run and live beneath the sunshine, in the path of the wind, along the curve of the earth, drinking the air, smelling sunlight on grass and leaves, hearing the sandhill cranes cry as they drift on high currents of air. It was a moment that could not be bought by anything but my experience of it.
"The stupidity with which [Mr. Collins] was favoured by nature, must guard his courtship from any charm that could make a woman wish for its continuance."
Oh, Jane Austen, how delightfully snarky thou art!
And better yet:
"'Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains?'"
Indeed. But I digress . . .
Earth Day has come and gone, and along with it, a mobile glass pulverizer from Helena. A group of EVST students worked hard to get that darned thing over to Missoula, and we were not disappointed! Missoulians (and Montanans from farther afield) flocked to Caras Park on Earth Day (April 22), and brought about 10 tons of glass for us to pulverize into cullet. It was quite a satisfying day, all told. Here are a few pictures:
Two years' worth of glass from our Recycling Cave of Death:
Other Missoulians' glass stashes:
The Pulverizer from Above (the big vestibule into which all the glass is being thrown is called the "hopper"):
Me working hard! (Ooh, pretty bottle!)
The crew:
Derek, me, Aubree, Marlee, Stacey, Bill (from Headwaters Recycling in Helena), & Robin (EVST prof)--and the pulverizer, of course!
Let's just say that our Earth Day demonstration was wildly successful. :)
So that was two weekends ago. This past weekend I headed out to Central Montana with a group of EVSTers to do a little fencing for a rancher who had 95% of his 11,000 acres burn in an enormous wildfire last summer.
It was one of the most lovely weekends I've had in a long while. The weather gods were smiling on us, giving us 75 degree days, cool breezes, and warm sunshine. And the lush green beauty rising out of the blackened ash of the wildfire was utterly glorious. One evening we drove up to a high ridge on the Terland's land.
To the north were the peaks of the Crazy Mountains, misty in the setting sun; to the south were the snow-capped peaks of the Beartooth Mountains, and on the hills all around the grass was green and dotted with wildflowers--bread & butters (white six-petaled beauties that taste delicious), fire flowers, bluebells, and even some bitterroot plants (Montana's state flower), though they were not yet in bloom.
On Friday morning as I sat out in one of the sloping meadows above the river, I realized that THIS is what human beings are meant to do: We are meant to be outside. We are meant to breathe and run and live beneath the sunshine, in the path of the wind, along the curve of the earth, drinking the air, smelling sunlight on grass and leaves, hearing the sandhill cranes cry as they drift on high currents of air. It was a moment that could not be bought by anything but my experience of it.
Nice Allison!!
ReplyDeleteLife is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away. (anonymous)
-a little cheesy, but yeah man...
Shelves in the closet! Happy thought indeed...
ReplyDeleteare you the one who gave me the picture-moving advice for blogger? because it didn't work.
ReplyDeleteYup, that was me. Good call. :) Huh . . . it's really not that hard. Call me and I'll talk you through it!
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