Thursday, April 21, 2022

The Clock is Ticking

 

Earth’s Math

“The earth’s math is simple: no soil, no food, no us.”

Diana Butler Bass (Grounded, p.45; Ch. “Dirt;” Harper One, 2015)

          Did you know that in America, soil is being lost at ten times the rate it can be replenished? Diana Butler Bass reports that conditions are even worse in India and China, where erosion is occurring thirty to forty times faster. No wonder Russia is willing to crush everyone and everything in Ukraine—it’s the world’s breadbasket and contains some of the most fertile soil on the planet.

          In Grounded, Diana Butler Bass recounts the words of Agronomist Wes Jackson who says that the idea that soil is limitless and can be used any way human beings please is “the devastating assumption of the modern age.” Soil is not renewable. “Once destroyed, for all practical purposes in human time, it is destroyed forever.”

          Those of us who are fortunate enough to own property have a responsibility to preserve it, to encourage it and to replenish it if possible. I live in an old neighborhood in Birmingham where for a century or more acres of ground have been landscaped—huge trees, grass by the acre, and when grass gets sparse, the land is scraped down to dusty dirt, and slabs of new turf brought in. Only in a few residential yards, is diversity of species allowed to prosper. There, honeysuckle, and wild grasses grow alongside trumpet vine, morning glory and jasmine. There are a few wooded areas belonging to the city where people cannot scrape and turf that are still inhabited by woodland animals, but for the most part, cultivated “landscaping” predominates. It’s curious to me that we read books, listen to podcasts, watch documentaries about global warming and species loss and try to recycle everything we can, but we still don’t see how essential diversity of species is to human survival. As Bass says above, “no soil, no food, no us.”

          I know I’m always ringing the alarm bells and that gets old fast—to you and to me—but I can’t seem to help it. We must wake up. It’s like looking the other way when your husband brings his mistress into your house. We don’t see it because we don’t want to give up something that we think belongs to us. I understand. I don’t want to change either, but this is real.

          I have a clover field in my yard. The bees work it like crazy. It’s pretty, it smells good, and when it’s mowed every couple of weeks, it springs right back and blooms again. I hope you plant as much greenery as you can—native trees and plants, flowering species, a variety of grasses. Churches and civic groups could be clearing vacant lots and abandoned properties and planting urban gardens and green spaces. Instead of being cast out of the Garden of Eden, we can reconstruct it for our children and grandchildren. After all, we were created from that very soil and commanded to steward the land.

                                                  In the Spirit,

                                                  Jane

                                                 

         

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