Monday Morning in Venice

It’s Monday morning in Venice, and the neighborhood is full of the sounds from gardening tools running. Just as the Wednesdays back in the Valley, Monday is the day here when the air gets thick from the fumes from these “gardening machines”, and I still can’t wrap my head around the logic in this (because there is none).

I wonder how many of the house owners here, who has not yet asked for the tools to be exchanged to other less harmful ones, were out demonstrating last Friday at the Climate Strike? Or at least posted about it in their different feeds. Knowing the hoods here a bit now, I imagine quite a few (at least for the latter option). Shouting loud (mostly in written) about saving the future, for our children if nothing else, but then not really doing the job in practice. Whole Foods a few blocks away here is always crowded, and that’s all good, more organic food for the people I’d say, but we can’t shop our way out of the environmental crisis we are facing.

We need to step back and take a look in our own backyard, quite literally speaking in this little rambling here. I’ve written about it before, and I still want to go out and knock doors and ask people to make sure the taking care of their garden is not adding to both polluting the air locally AND to global warming, in a completely, totally unneccessary (at least) 2 in 1-mix. Probably I should.

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