How the village cleans a beach
I hate to get all hopeful and upbeat on you—it messes with my carefully cultivated image as a crank—but I attended a village event that could leave a careless person feeling good about life. At least briefly.
It was a beach cleanup, and this is how it came into being: For about a year (you know better than to think that number’s accurate, right?), J. and P. did spontaneous, two-minute beach cleans on their own, and as everyone who isn’t me does these days, they posted about it on social media. Which led to people wanting to join in. Some of them might even have done it. I went never got past the thinking stage.
Irrelevant photo: Meadowsweet, a wildflower that was once used to flavor mead. Or so my flower book tells me.
Eventually, they organized a weekly beach cleanup, making it easier for people to join them. And that led to some organization or…
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