Bees are important to our food production. Protect them!
I hate chemicals. Corporations have gotten away with poisoning our Earth and our food. I suspect many cereal companies are the same. We need to purchase organic cereal in bulk at your local food coop. I think you will save money and also avoid the harmful chemicals, and best of all, you don’t expose your family to plastic.
Pesticides kill our bees, birds, butterflies and us too!
Below is from Organic Consumers Association:
General Mills’ Broken Pesticide Promises
General Mills is a bastion of ultra-processed, genetically modified foods, but it’s always found ways to make it look like it’s part of the regenerative organic movement.
Its worst greenwashing was when it used its Honey Nut Cheerios brand for a Bring Back the Bees campaign – never mentioning that glyphosate and chlormequat, pesticides used to harvest the cereal’s oats, were implicated in Colony Collapse Disorder.
In 2016, General Mills announced a partnership with Organic Valley to expand its organic yogurt offerings by transitioning dairy farmers to organic. In 2025, it sold its yogurt division. Its organic lines were dropped—along with its organic farmers.
In 2019, General Mills announced it had put “strategies in place to reduce synthetic pesticide use,” but that didn’t stop the company from selling pesticide-soaked breakfast cereals. Worryingly, one of its organic cereals was contaminated with chlormequat, suggesting that General Mills may be buying fraudulent organic oats from overseas.
The latest news is that General Mills has abandoned its commitment to reduce pesticides.
We can’t let this slide. It isn’t okay for a company to lure its customers with false promises it’s never going to deliver on.
Below is a beautiful story about loving trees. How is your favorite tree? Go say hello to it today.
By Kate Morgan
“We take care of things when we have a relationship with them, If you get to know the nature around you, then you value it, and you nurture it, and you protect it.”
RJ Laverne’s childhood home in Detroit had a big elm out front. In fact, the whole neighborhood was lined with them: great, graceful trees whose branches spread across the street to create a shady canopy. Elms were so widely planted in cities and suburbs in the 19th and 20th centuries that they became known as the “Main Street tree.” Then, in the 1930s, Dutch elm disease began to ravage them, and by 1989, most of America’s 77 million mature elms were dead.
Laverne’s elm and its demise remain seared into his memory decades later. “I was maybe 8,” he says, “and I remember standing at the front door next to my sister when the trucks came down the street and cut down the elm trees one by one. When they cut ours, it felt similar to losing a pet. I imagine I was not the only person that grieved to see our neighborhood transformed from this beautiful cathedral of trees to clear cut.”
It was the first tree he loved, but certainly not the last for Laverne, who is a master arborist, an adjunct associate professor of forestry at Michigan Tech, and manager of education and training for Davey Tree Expert Company.
Many of us have loved a tree. Maybe it’s the big sycamore that held a tree house behind your childhood home. Maybe it’s the spruce that waves outside the window of your office, or the maple on the corner near your town’s post office.
I adored a huge fir in the corner of my cousins’ yard in New Jersey, with lower boughs that bent all the way to the ground and formed a sticky, fragrant fort at the trunk. Every day, my daughter greets a trio of towering oaks in our front yard that she lovingly calls “the mama trees.”
It’s not all that unusual to feel a particular bond with a specific tree. In fact, researchers in Finland found that the majority of respondents to a survey did in fact have a favorite. It’s also not unusual, says Laverne, for that bond to feel a lot like friendship. We form interspecies relationships, he points out, with our pets. So why not plants?
In most cases, when we think about a friendship, it’s a symbiotic relationship and both parties are actively involved,” he says. Trees might not respond to us the way a dog or cat would, but “we can form a symbiotic relationship with them nevertheless,” Laverne says, “if we understand all of what they provide for us. Not just the wood, but the shade, the wind-shielding. They take pollutants from the air, reduce stormwater runoff. There’s a huge list.”
While those are all good reasons to appreciate trees, Laverne adds, “you’re not going to fall in love with a tree because it’s sequestering carbon.” But there are other, perhaps slightly more intangible, reasons you might.
In the Finnish study, University of Turku researcher Kaisa Vainio and her colleagues identified three main types of human-tree relationships. The first was centered on nostalgia: People recalled trees from their childhood memories, or felt a familial connection. “It’s a custom here, and in many places in the world, that you plant a tree when somebody has been born,” Vainio says. “You see it grow, and it’s mirroring your own growth, which creates a bond. That relationship is not just between yourself and the tree, but maybe with your grandmother who planted the tree, and her grandmother who planted one before her.”
Others in Vainio’s study chose their favorite tree based on what she calls a nurturing relationship. People felt close to trees that they had planted or were directly responsible caring for.
The third category, which she calls admiring relationships, involves “charismatic trees,” she says. “You probably know one. They are somehow impressive — maybe weird-shaped, really old, very big. They can be monuments or have some special status, or be a rare species.”
But a tree needn’t be so singular to become beloved. In many cases, Vainio says, a “favorite” is just a “really ordinary looking tree that is important to somebody, because it’s the tree they share their everyday life with.”
How to befriend a tree There can be a lot of benefit to getting to know the trees in your yard or along your commute, says Holly Worton, a naturalist and author of the book “If Trees Could Talk,” but first you have to realize they’re there.
A lot of people think of them as inanimate objects,” she says, “even though obviously they’re alive. But they’re just standing there, so I think they’re so unlike other living creatures that it’s easy to think of them as, basically, outdoor furniture.”
Worton believes trees can communicate with her — and with anyone else open-minded enough to converse with them — telepathically. In addition to factual information about a number of tree species, her book also includes their advice for life, delivered, she says, in their own words. A Norway maple suggests she should stretch her comfort zone by spending time in the woods relaxing with her eyes closed. An ancient yew suggests that she might benefit from spontaneity, and stepping off the path.
Other trees tell her stories. An English oak, one of the last old-growth trees in a stand of young pines, describes seeing his neighbors cut down with chainsaws. “For some reason they let me stay,” Worton writes that the oak said. “They cut down the trees all around me — my network, my family — and planted these evergreens, the ancestors of those which you see today. The diversity of our community was gone.”
Laverne talks to trees, too (though he doesn’t expect them to respond), and he encourages his students at Michigan Tech to do the same. In his forestry courses, one assignment asks students to “interview” a tree, and Laverne provides a guide for how to do so.
“You go out, find a tree and introduce yourself out loud,” he says. “It might feel funny, but it’s really more an acknowledgment to yourself that you’re approaching another living organism. That opens the door to your imagination. Now, they’re not going to talk back, but a tree can still tell you things.”
He instructs his students to examine the details of the tree, feeling the bark and examining the foliage. “The most important part is to give yourself 10 minutes of silence with your tree,” he says. “Sit down, close your eyes and get as many thoughts out of your brain as you can. Listen to what’s happening in and around the tree. You’re going to hear birds. You’re going to hear wind going through the leaves. You may even hear some of the branches clattering around.” Laverne says he wants the students to become familiar with the tree and the environment in ways they weren’t before.
A connection to one particular tree can become a long-term relationship, Vainio says. In her study, more than 40 percent of respondents said their attachment to a favorite tree had lasted several years, and close to a quarter said they’d loved their tree for decades or even for their entire life. But like any lifelong relationship, there’s always a chance that things end in tragedy. When our favorite trees die, either of natural causes or by chainsaw, it’s typical to feel a real kind of grief.
In 2023, when the centuries-old Sycamore Gap tree in Northumberland, England was cut down by vandals, there was an international outpouring of anger and grief. And people will go to great lengths to try to save trees. “Any time one has to be removed in Central Park, they put notices up months in advance to try to ease the pressure,” Laverne says. “But people will still chain themselves to the trees to try to stop it.”
Worton, who has written about tree grief on her blog, often hears from readers mourning the loss of a tree, “whether it’s one they’ve had to cut down because of some kind of illness, or one the city has come and cut down,” she says. “That seems to be the worst kind of scenario, where people have this beloved tree and they show up one day and it’s a stump. That’s really difficult for people to deal with.”
Don’t miss the trees for the forest Feeling a particular kinship with a tree, Vainio says, isn’t whimsical or eccentric. It’s actually a lot more normal than you’d think.
“It’s not only weird people who have a tree friend,” she says. “In our survey, we saw that people of all ages, genders and professions can have an emotional connection with a special tree. We have this culture that sometimes says if you talk about trees this way, you’re a ‘tree hugger,’ which is somehow bad. But you can be a normal person and have a good relationship with your tree, and that’s not a fairy tale, and it doesn’t require you to believe anything weird to have this connection.”
Laverne’s goal in asking his students — and anyone else who’s willing — to “introduce themselves and start a conversation” with a tree is simply to encourage them to look closer, and to see each tree as an individual living creature.
“That familiar phrase, ‘You can’t see the forest for the trees,’ we can flip that around,” he says. “When they’re clustered together, sometimes you don’t see them as individuals.” But getting to know one tree at a time can help you see each as its own organism, rather than just scenery. And developing an emotional connection can be a shortcut to better environmental stewardship.
“We take care of things when we have a relationship with them,” Vainio says. “If you get to know the nature around you, then you value it, and you nurture it, and you protect it.”
Kate Morgan is a freelance writer in Richland, Pennsylvania.
A terrible situation in my city. Speak out for our democracy!
Lyrics to ‘Streets of Minneapolis’
Through the winter’s ice and cold Down Nicollet Avenue A city aflame fought fire and ice ‘Neath an occupier’s boots King Trump’s private army from the DHS Guns belted to their coats Came to Minneapolis to enforce the law Or so their story goes Against smoke and rubber bullets By the dawn’s early light Citizens stood for justice Their voices ringing through the night And there were bloody footprints Where mercy should have stood And two dead left to die on snow-filled streets Alex Pretti and Renee Good
Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice Singing through the bloody mist We’ll take our stand for this land And the stranger in our midst Here in our home they killed and roamed In the winter of ’26 We’ll remember the names of those who died On the streets of Minneapolis
Trump’s federal thugs beat up on His face and his chest Then we heard the gunshots And Alex Pretti lay in the snow, dead Their claim was self defense, sir Just don’t believe your eyes It’s our blood and bones And these whistles and phones Against Miller and Noem’s dirty lies
Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice Crying through the bloody mist We’ll remember the names of those who died On the streets of Minneapolis
Now they say they’re here to uphold the law But they trample on our rights If your skin is black or brown my friend You can be questioned or deported on sight
In chants of ICE out now Our city’s heart and soul persists Through broken glass and bloody tears On the streets of Minneapolis
Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice Singing through the bloody mist Here in our home they killed and roamed In the winter of ’26 We’ll take our stand for this land And the stranger in our midst We’ll remember the names of those who died On the streets of Minneapolis We’ll remember the names of those who died On the streets of Minneapolis
Lyrics to ‘Streets of Minneapolis’
Through the winter’s ice and cold Down Nicollet Avenue A city aflame fought fire and ice ‘Neath an occupier’s boots King Trump’s private army from the DHS Guns belted to their coats Came to Minneapolis to enforce the law Or so their story goes Against smoke and rubber bullets By the dawn’s early light Citizens stood for justice Their voices ringing through the night And there were bloody footprints Where mercy should have stood And two dead left to die on snow-filled streets Alex Pretti and Renee Good
Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice Singing through the bloody mist We’ll take our stand for this land And the stranger in our midst Here in our home they killed and roamed In the winter of ’26 We’ll remember the names of those who died On the streets of Minneapolis
Trump’s federal thugs beat up on His face and his chest Then we heard the gunshots And Alex Pretti lay in the snow, dead Their claim was self defense, sir Just don’t believe your eyes It’s our blood and bones And these whistles and phones Against Miller and Noem’s dirty lies
Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice Crying through the bloody mist We’ll remember the names of those who died On the streets of Minneapolis
Now they say they’re here to uphold the law But they trample on our rights If your skin is black or brown my friend You can be questioned or deported on sight
In chants of ICE out now Our city’s heart and soul persists Through broken glass and bloody tears On the streets of Minneapolis
Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice Singing through the bloody mist Here in our home they killed and roamed In the winter of ’26 We’ll take our stand for this land And the stranger in our midst We’ll remember the names of those who died On the streets of Minneapolis We’ll remember the names of those who died On the streets of Minneapolis
My yard is at peak. Unfortunately, it is also in a drought. Some places are challenged with flooding, but it is dry in my neighborhood. Native plants don’t need chemicals, and they adapt to wet and dry weather extremes
I don’t water, and hope for rain.
Native plants attract the bees’ birds and butterflies. The monarch butterflies and the hummingbirds are thrilled with these native flowers in my yard
What a crazy start to summer. First a scary high windstorm came through, knocking out power and downing lots of trees. The winds shifted from the north to the south and it became extremely hot and humid. There were warnings to stay inside it was so hot. Even worse the United States bombed Iran.
A cold wind coming across the big lake
The power is back on, the birds are back singing and the butterflies seem to have survived the storm, and we will never know the harm the United States did to the people of Iran.
I hope your summer is special, that you are able to spend time outside, and enjoy the long days. Everyday work for peace and justice and speak out!
Plant your yard for pollinators, and please DO NOT use chemicals!
From The Carbon Almanac:
As you savor the taste of honey, remember that the production of one pound of honey needs 2,000,000 flowers and on average, a bee visits 50-100 flowers on each flight. The average bee makes just one twelfth of a teaspoon of honey in its lifetime.
Did you know that there are over 20,000 species of bees who, along with other pollinators such as butterflies and hummingbirds, support the production of 75% of our food crops? Not only is their contribution to food security essential, the bees also play an important role in preserving biodiversity.
Bee populations are becoming increasingly at risk due to habitat loss, temperature changes due to climate change, pollution and agricultural practices.
The United Nations has designated today, May 20th, as World Bee Day
What can we do to help protect the bees?
All of us can share information about bees to help raise awareness on their important role. It’s as easy as forwarding this email.
If you have a garden, you can avoid the use of pesticides and herbicides. You can also plant diverse native plants that flower at different times of the year.
Each one of us needs to work to create the world we want to live in. I want a world of clean air, and clean water. I want a world of healthy birds, healthy butterflies and healthy people.
The sighting of the first butterfly is always exciting. Have you seen one yet?
Below is a beautiful essay on the Painted Lady butterfly. Like all birds butterflies and bees these butterflies are stressed by climate change, loss of habitat, and harmful chemicals. The theme of the essay is that these are very resilient butterflies that have been able to adapt for their survival. Unlike the Monarch butterfly Painted Ladies don’t need just a few flower species to lay their eggs, they adapt!
I have planted habitat in my yard for Painted Lady caterpillars.
Painted Lady
Painted Lady love pussy toes.
These pearly everlasting plants have eggs from the painted lady.
On this Earth Day, do everything you can to help these beautiful butterflies survive. Plant native plants in your yard, never use chemicals on your plants, avoid single-use plastic, and everyday work for clean air!
I love summer and the long rich days, and the summer days get even longer as you go north! Holding onto summer daylight and comfortable temperatures fades as the calendar turns to fall. Already the nesting birds have migrated south, and I miss their joy. I also miss the magnificent butterflies, and there was a summer shortage this year that concerns and scares me.
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A foggy wet horizon on Lake Superior
Summer brings joy, and the nature of that joy diminishes with the fading daylight. Below are some of the last plants standing:
I love the red stemmed asters!A carpet of big leaf astersPurple cone flower
Summer could be defined by comfortable days, and Lake Superior wind pattern dominance which shifts from hot and humid to breezy and cool. This [ast summer was weird how much moisture was in the air. Many mornings it was hazy looking across the big lake. Warmer air holds more moisture, and it was a humid summer. We have just lived through the most humid summer on record. Read about it here.
“The environment is where we all meet; where we all have a mutual interest; it is the one thing all of us share.” — Lady Bird Johnson
The Monarch butterflies charm me as they play tag, the hummingbirds zip from one flower to the next, and the goldfinch quietly sit on the monarda and eat the seeds. Enormous bees gorge themselves with a bounty of pollinator plants they love. The consistent rains of this summer have created a healthy blooming habitat. All this pollinator activity creates joy!
A Monarch on liatris Hummingbirds love cardinal flowers, and Joe Pye Weed.
Native deep-rooted plants fix many things that are wrong with our world. They do not need fertilizers or chemicals, they don’t need to be watered, and their deep roots absorb water run-off. They help to keep our waterways clean, keep our air clean, and they are beautiful,
Native plants are healthy for wildlife. Birds, bees and butterflies love them and they create vital habitat which has gone missing in recent years.