FEW ARE THE things able to ward off the ugly memory of the growing garbage revealed by the melting snowpack.
Where garbage lies, there are also cheery birds such as robins and meadowlarks, and serious ones too like hawks and owls. There are deer, bears, coyotes, and cougars. The muffled sound of a big bird’s wings flapping away over your head, or the many animal tracks you find fresh every morning have a magnificence that erases, for a moment, all that’s ailing the very ground you stand on.
The concept of nature is not just a definition; it comes with a promise we ought to heed if we are serious about life. There are many layers to the promise. Garbage for starters. More appears with each warm day that melts the snow.
Here in Kamloops and the surroundings, the garbage issue is a recurrent pain.