Today I planted trees.
It wasn’t Earth Day. (See here and here.)
I plant trees, because I like trees. No ribbons were cut. No speeches made. No t-shirts sold. No petitions signed. I didn’t “raise awareness”, pose for a camera, or notify the press. I planted them by myself. I wasn’t in a park. I used a shovel.
This time it was only a couple dozen oak trees. A few might be ready for firewood sometime around my 100th birthday. Ideally a few luck ones will live until roughly the year 2414.
I hope the squirrels appreciate me and the deer don’t eat ’em before they get a chance to grow.