Maybe it wasn’t such a hot idea to bury free-flowing streams in culverts. Let’s restore them, one by one, above ground. We’ll plant their banks with certified riparian plant material. Low growers to line and stabilize their banks. Shrubbery behind the sedges and reeds, and trees behind them. Fast-growing trees will provide cooling shade for the salmon who will be sure to return, natal waters still flowing through their stream-lined bodies. Another glitch: there’s a mass die-off of cedars in our area. Probably due to long-term drought. Better consider species inexorably moving north to take their place. Lodgepole pines? Whatever. We changed the face of the earth because we could, and understood too little. We still do. Change too much and understand too little.
climbing the steep
learning curve
time immemorial
“Change too much and understand too little” oh so painfully true! So much packed into this poem. Thank you.
Thanks, Jo! I spend a lot of time pondering how we humans have changed the world.