I'm back in third grade. It's an hour before dismissal, children are squirming in their chairs, eager to rush in mob like fashion to the bus pick up. The teacher displays a diagram with a funny triangle of arrows with the word RECYCLE in bold print.
Something deep inside of me registered at an early age that this blue planet is fragile and it's our responsibility to cause the least amount of damage. I still cringe a little if I see a glass or plastic container in the trash insead of a recycling bin. Sometimes
Mr. Honeybelles doesn't share my enthusiasum for the three Rs: reduce, reuse, recycle.
Somedays I do a better job at making a difference than other days. I know I could always do more. The results of these environmentally conscious musings have started seeping into the part of my brain I use to create.
He's an Oak Tree with a grudge
A far cry from Mr. Perky Sandpiper
If Oakzilla and Mr Perky were to meet on the street, I believe Mr Perky would feel a little safer with Oakzilla around, but wouldn't want to hang out socially.
So if a few "new and interesting" characters start appearing in the Honeybelles shop, you can thank my third grade teacher Mrs. *******.
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