Love in the woods

The woods look pretty good! chirruped the reporter from Channel 12 as I side-stepped a liquid pile of human poo. The first of three to come.

Somehow this mess seems worse when bulbs are breaking ground and buds swelling on slender branches. It's an old song, but I'd like to be planting native wildflowers, not continuously picking up trash that simply reappears every week because no one is paid to pick it up. And because the people who party in these woods keep leaving it behind! I'd like to get going on the swathes of invasives to help restore the woodland to its indigenous best. That kind of volunteerism I can go for. But I am tiring of being the picker upper. We need paid picker uppers.

Blablabla. I may as well knock my head against the trunk of tulip tree. We fenced one off yesterday. The ground around it like dark concrete from trampling. Its base is a spot for sex, and it's on a "desire line" - an informal path cutting across the former forest floor. Compacted earth can harbour no life. Basically, it dies.


Litter Mob 20's Results:


6 bags of trash, one television segment, 2 fences raised to protect an old tulip tree


Thanks to Inge, who kept the Mob running in my absence, Franck, Sophie and David our Leader