With the advent of Spring and its weird weather, the frolicking of Easter, and the oppressive nature of my bills, I find myself a little in limbo. It’s this sort of post-winter malaise that only Spring has the power to change. The green growth and the smell of flowering vines and budding trees binds one into a reverie that is simply unparalleled.

It’s sometimes hard to stay in touch with nature and the world around us. With all the technology and entertainment options we have, I sometimes find myself staring at nature through the window as though it’s a diorama in some museum. It’s not outside the realm of possibility that fake natural environments may be the only ones we will have left in years to come.

Yesterday, Earth Day passed with little fanfare and possibly less impact on the everyday lives of Americans than the thunder of death that continues to roll across the Atlantic from Africa. Contrary to a decade ago, the people of America seem less interested in environmental affairs. Sure, there are more groups and louder groups fighting to defend Gaia, but the average person seems to care less. I’m in the latter group most of the time.

But in celebration of nice weather and Earth Day, I laid down in my backyard last evening and wrestled with my dog. I planted a few flowers and trim some trees to keep them healthy. Sometimes that’s all we can do. Take of our own little corner of the world and try to block out the ever-increasing electromagnetic waves of ruin that pound our skulls.

Funny then that I blast this missive into the waves of collective ether from a room with a covered up window and conditioned air.