Yesterday, I received the above and below images from my dad, Pea Dub.
The email’s subject header was “For Earthday”. The email was the photos with captions he wrote, as you can see.
Earth Day is all about promoting green behavior and activities. It’s a method of treating the earth as a caregiver, or mother, instead of pretending you’re a pimp of a herd of cheap hookers under your supervision all with expensive coke habits.
To my best knowledge and this hopefully isn’t a knock but a scratch of my head, my dad’s politics don’t include the acceptance of global warming. And perhaps you don’t have to accept the threats of global warming to put your hat in the ring of green living.
But all in all, I thought this gesture of sending me these photos were encouraging and inspiring. Heck, I didn’t do diddly for Earth Day except photograph a bunch of people showing off their hair in some kind of war.
Dad is quite the green thumb, though. Growing up, he often kept a garden when he had time. He worked the ground and reaped harvests of tomatoes and other produce.
So good for Pea Dub. He’s going green. The next thing I know, he’ll be producing a documentary on saving the earth.
Let’s just keep it between you and me, that growing plants in plastic from Costco will turn your skin purple.
Le Café Wittypoots 