Mother, artist, animal lover, bird watcher, gardener, recycler, food grower, free spirit.
I remember falling asleep to the sound of frogs, stepping carefully as they hopped away, tadpoles in the ditches. I remember crop dusters mosquito spraying, farmland turned into subdivisions, creeks disappearing. Now our town is unrecognizable — grass and plants brown, soil parched, birds hiding from the heat. I want my daughter to show her grandchildren all the natural beauty, and tell them we fought for it, cherished it, protected it, saved it.