I am so excited to be taking the Minnesota Master Naturalist course at Quarry Hill Nature Center. As a traveling gypsy, I've found that each place we move, there's a place where I can exhale and say, "Okay, I can live here." In Boston, it was probably Toscaninin's ice cream. In London, Russell Square with Hunky Dory on the Walkman gave me peace. In San Francisco, it was the Iyengar Institute and the dahlia garden (and so much more). In Arcata, it was the Community Yoga Center. Here in Rochester, QHNC never disappoints. Hmmm...there's some evolution for you :)
The kiddos have taken countless classes there, and now it's my turn!
Last night I was (belatedly) introduced to the writings of Aldo Leopold. I don't know how I wasn't acquainted with him before...but better late than never.
Like winds and sunsets, wild things were taken for granted until progress began to do away with them. Now we face the question whether a still higher "standard of living" is worth its cost in things natural, wild, and free. For us of the minority, the opportunity to see geese is more important than television, and the chance to find a pasque-flower is a right as inalienable as free speech.
These wild things, I admit, had little human value until mechanization assured us of a good breakfast, and until science disclosed the drama of where they come from and how they live. The whole conflict thus boils down to a question of degree. We of the minority see a law of diminishing returns in progress; our opponents do not.
--from A Sand County Almanac
This was written in 1948! I found it an especially poignant reminder of the importance of standing our ground when juxtaposed with the business as usual of our government.