Here is a poem by my classmate Mary Lou Meyers that emphasizes how she grew up “green” naturally:
To All You Late Bloomers on Earth Day
By Mary Lou Meyers
Green was the way we grew up, quite naturally,
respecting the Earth for all its life-giving nutrients.
My grandmother was a horticulturist in the Kaiserâ€™s Garten,
my mother grew up in Hanover, still she understood and knew,
we had a Victory garden during World War 11,
sustainability was our watchword all year round.
From Spring to Autumn, we had fresh vegetables and fruit
from our mini-orchard,Â apple, pear, peach, and cherry;
even expanded into an empty lot when the owner gave us permission,
enriching the soil with our compost from peelings and coffee grounds.
All my aunts had a garden too, and they would contribute their crops
when we got together on holidays. Â Each had their own specialty
related to their varying soils, each giving the other hints
on how to improve techniques by increments.
Special recipes derived from their garden enterprise.
How natural it seems to me, no matter
where we’ve lived, weâ€™ve always gleaned fresh produce:
tomatoes, lettuce, parsley, and chives to stay healthy,
and keep our bodies fully-functioning, our minds alive.
Even in the wilds of New Hampshire,
fighting off black flies and cold into May.
Now in the milder clime of Southern Chester County,
we have dabbled in nearly every kind of vegetable,
grow our potatoes so we can safely eat the skins as well,
tomatoes, even the Heritage kind, so succulent and sublime,
all kinds of lettuce all year round in our green house.
I thought Green was a way of life not recently invented.
On Earth Day our Home-Schooling grand children
will make “seed balls” at Longwood,
no better way to celebrate the bounty of Earth on this special day.