In May, I headed off to my 50th high school reunion. Nothing exceptional for an old white guy. Perhaps a bit of background is in order to explain why this journey was anything other than a sentimental indulgence.
I was born North of the Mason-Dixon Line and raised there until high school. My parents were part of a progressive, educated Mennonite community and instilled those humanitarian and religious beliefs in me. Just as I became a teen ager, my father took a job starting the graduate School of Social Work at the University of Southern Mississippi. We went from comfortably north of Mason-Dixon to the Piney Woods in the deepest heart of the Deep South.
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Like any love affair, loving the Earth, being kind to it, is hard work. This has been brought home to me over the last couple of months as the weather has warmed and various landscaping projects big and small have called. Two projects, in particular, have conspired to draw my attention to this particular application of the ways of love and effort. 
