Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Day #400 Immune Systems and Weeds in the Front Yard

People have internal immune systems.

If we ingest something that’s bad for us, or if a germ gets inside us, we have all sorts of little processes that go to work to protect us.

If we’re relatively healthy and relatively free of the toxins that seem to pervade our culture, we have a pretty good chance of staving off whatever it is that aims to take us down.

Bees do not have internal immune systems. All their protection is external.

Think about that next time you’re tempted to spray some toxic chemical on your lawn to get rid of unsightly weeds.

Why don’t we change our definition of “unsightly?” After all, our lawns would probably be healthier and last longer if they were made up of those thriving local plants that lawn maintenance companies (and homeowner associations) like to call weeds.

I admit, this would take some major reeducation.

But think of all the bees it would save…


BEEattitude for Day # 400:
       Blessed are those who avoid poisons, for they shall pass a healthier world on to their children.

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2 comments:

AggiePete said...

What happened to pulling weeds by hand? That's what we did & what we taught Billy to do. Nothing good ever came from 'spraying the air outside' with anything! The fuzzies need to be loved and looked after .... ours certainly are here ... at least if we ever have any, they know they're safe.

Fran Stewart said...

AmenSister -- you are preachin' to the choir.

I can remember my father bending over outside attacking the dandelions, as if each one were a personal affront.

In MY yard, on the other hand, I celebrate dandelion season and delight in watching my grandchildren whoosh the seedheads into the wind.

My neighbor thinks I'm subversive...