A simple native american poem about the legend of the butterfly. All my life, I have loved and protected butterflies and bees....my totem, I have been told, is the butterfly....my wings are delicate, as my heart is pure love, the dust from my wings may easily be rubbed and weakened, only then do I remember that my strenghth comes in flight and fancy.
An Indian Butterfly Legend
If anyone desires a wish to come true they must capture a butterfly and whisper that wish to it.
Since they make no sound, they can’t tell the wish to anyone but the Great Spirit.
So by making the wish and releasing the butterfly It will be taken to the heavens and granted <3
Be kind to our beautiful planet and do your part by reusing and recycling. Often confused with reusing, recycling is the act of reprocessing things like paper, glass, and aluminum into new products. Take action to start now. When you are preparing to throw something in the trash...stop...ask yourself what you could do to upcycle or reuse, then recycle what you can't reuse.
At Origins Oregon we continue to do our part to make our
planet for all of us. By being sustainable, buying local, organic, vegan
and natural products only in our beautiful Oregon. We are proud
stewards of the earth...we are *Locavores*.
Respect the
appearance of Mother Earth, please don't throw trash on the ground. If
there is not a trash can convenient, carry it in your pocket until you
find one. Litter is a huge problem for wildlife. Birds, fish and other
animals get caught in plastic bags and soda can rings, and can choke on
small pieces of trash. Plus, trash makes parks and beaches less
appealing. Do not let your carelessness destroy living creatures and
habitats.
Be creative, it is so much fun, and you can take
pride in your unique reuse ideas. Brag a little...show off those ideas
to others, inspiring them to follow your good stewardship.
Freeze the bounty of Summer into your ice cube trays. From blueberries,
to mint sprigs....these beautiful cubes will oh -ah the guests at your
next Summer gathering. Easy to make a splash with these little beauties
This reuse project using pallets to build simple, yet beautiful patio or deck furniture on a budget. Easy to customize to your own taste...
For the most part, these pallets are just attached to each other. They were then given legs and a coat of paint. As simple as that part may be, commenters raised a few concerns. A few people noted that many wooden pallets aren't safe because they're treated with chemicals. Before jumping into the project, you'll want to be sure you don't acquire any that were. This article on Green Upgrader explains how to tell.
Another concern was putting together cushions, but commenter deesel18 explained how it's done:
You can get big blocks of foam at craft and fabric stores and cut them to size. Then you can sew covers for them. I made an outdoor foam block to put under my dogs bed, I just used spray adhesive and pressed the fabric on since it was waterproof and I wouldn't need to put it in a washer.
Aside from those two concerns, it seems like this is a pretty simple furniture project you could manage yourself in a weekend or two and save a bunch of money.
As you may know, EB White was the author of the much-beloved books
“Charlotte’s Web,” “Stuart Little” and “The Elements of Style.” But did
you also know he was a dedicated beekeeper? With a dash of humor,
E.B. White addressed queen rearing in this poem, which was published in The New Yorker December 15, 1945:
“The breeding of the bee,” says a United States Department of Agriculture bulletin on artificial insemination, “has always been handicapped by the fact that the queen mates in the air with whatever drone she encounters.”
When the air is wine and the wind is free
and the morning sits on the lovely leaf,
and sunlight ripples on every tree
Then love-in-air is the thing for me
I’m a bee,
I’m a ravishing, rollicking, young queen bee,
That’s me.I wish to state that I think it’s great,
Oh, it’s simply rare in the upper air,
It’s the place to pair
With a bee.
Let old geneticists plot and plan,
They’re stuffy people, to a man;
Let gossips whisper behind their fan.
(Oh, she does?
Buzz, buzz, buzz!)
My nuptial flight is sheer delight;
I’m a giddy girl who likes to swirl,
To fly and soar
And fly some more,
I’m a bee.
And I wish to state that I’ll always mate
With whatever drone I encounter.
There’s a kind of a wild and glad elation
In the natural way of insemination;
Who thinks that love is a handicap
Is a fuddydud and a common sap,
For I am a queen and I am a bee,
I’m devil-may-care and I’m fancy-free,
The test tube doesn’t appeal to me,
Not me,
I’m a bee.
And I’m here to state that I’ll always mate
With whatever drone I encounter.
Mares and cows. by calculating,
Improve themselves with loveless mating,
Let groundlings breed in the modern fashion,
I’ll stick to the air and the grand old passion;
I may be small and I’m just a bee
But I won’t have science improving me,
Not me,
I’m a bee.
On a day that’s fair with a wind that’s free,
Any old drone is a lad for me.
I’ve no flair for love moderne,
It’s far too studied, far too stern,
I’m just a bee—I’m wild, I’m free,
That’s me.
I can’t afford to be too choosy;
In every queen there’s a touch of floozy,
And it’s simply rare
In the upper air
And I wish to state
That I’ll always mate
With whatever drone I encounter.
Man is a fool for the latest movement,
He broods and broods on race improvement;
What boots it to improve a bee
If it means the end of ecstasy?
(He ought to be there
On a day that’s fair,
Oh, it’s simply rare.
For a bee.)
Man’s so wise he is growing foolish,
Some of his schemes are downright ghoulish;
He owns a bomb that’ll end creation
And he wants to change the sex relation,
He thinks that love is a handicap,
He’s a fuddydud, he’s a simple sap;
Man is a meddler, man’s a boob,
He looks for love in the depths of a tube,
His restless mind is forever ranging,
He thinks he’s advancing as long as he’s changing,
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