Razed Paradise and Put in a Residential Lot
After a little paradise was lost, I needed time to recover from shock, before writing this.
Now, looking out my office window, I’m surprised at just how harsh it is.
- the flat, rilled sand looks just like the mine tailings piles I helped create and then reclaim in the 70’s(karma?)
- like the tailings piles, there’s not a living thing there now
- the reflected heat and light change the whole nature of our yard
- Florida Power and Light, strategically closed shades, and air conditioner now makeup for the loss of that energy absorbing biomass
- precipitation now rolls off the lot flooding the roadway, rather than being absorbed into the ground
Compared to the textured, living, variegated greens that reacted to the weather/seasons , it’s like a bleached out, old, dead bone. It’s not interesting.
So, I don’t mind the closed shades, on the sunny side, during the hot part of the day.
Beyond the Lot
I’m surprised at how much more I can see without the green canopy.
- more of the eastern horizon, which harbors magnificent storms brewing on the Atlantic shore
- beautiful sunrises
- traffic, before I back out of my driveway
- the neighbors, which can be an interesting diversion
- and how much others can now see of me. 🙂
- that 15 large semi loads of biomass can live on a small Florida Lot
- that a few men, a couple of machines, and a little diesel fuel, can remove that much biomass in just 2 days
Multiply the tools, energy, manpower and time needed to obliterate this small lot, by the amount available worldwide. And it’s no wonder that every ecosystem on earth is in trouble.
We are such clever little monkeys. But maybe not too smart.
I thought the loss of my own little nature preserve would be depressing. Thought I might even get angry about my inability to purchase and protect it. And resent the new neighbors.
Surprisingly, that just didn’t happen. Because
- living on my own cleared, suburban lot
- setting in my grid connected, air conditioned home
- growing exotic plants that require water pumped from my own well
- and writing this on my computer
It was obvious that denying someone else that same right, to their own little slice of paradise, would be ludicrous.
I’ve often laughed when someone draws a line, to prevent future change, immediately AFTER they are on the other side of it. This part of my personality probably kept me from behaving badly. 🙂
As a geologist, I’m aware of how dramatic things can change through time. Nothing lasts forever. That undeveloped lot provided a pleasant environment while it lasted. And I’m thankful for that.
I’m an optimist.
- eventually the virtual tailings pile will be consumed by a new home and some green landscaping
- maybe the new neighbors will be as great as our other neighbors
- maybe even some of the wildlife will return when the disruption subsides
- and by contrast, our green yard looks more lush and attractive than ever
Just saw a snake in my yard. So, there’s always hope. And I’ll be looking for friend to return.
In the mean time, I’ve now got a great view of the fireworks on this 4th. Think I’ll just enjoy it.