By Catherine Moran
Last year (holy moly!) I wrote about my issues with plastic bags. Since then, I have had the less-than-distinct pleasure of getting to know a plastic bag. It lives in the tree outside my window. This is my letter to The Bag.
We’ve gone through a lot together these past few months. When you appeared in the fall, I didn’t think you’d stay long. But as the temperature has changed, as has the tree you are mooching off of, I can tell you’re in this for the long haul.
You were the only thing I saw on the naked tree outside my window. I’m sure the tree appreciated your company. In some ways, I did, too: on those dark winter mornings, you were the only moving object in the wee hours near dawn. No cars, people, or animals disturbed the silence, but you kept on your undulating wave; a sweet acknowledgement from your perch for those who glanced your way.
You have been a reminder to me, every day, of how little humans can care for our home. As day after day went by, you remained, unchanged as a statue. Sometimes, I imagine I can hear your crinkling when the breeze is soft.
We know one another now, you and I. But, you know as well as I do: it’s time for you to move on. It’s time for you to share the lesson your very presence implies with someone else, someone who still uses plastic bags. Our tree is in bloom––look at all its tiny leaves! Your presence has become a suffocating one, detracting from the beauty that nature is trying to unfold.
Perhaps you will find others like you, in some faraway land of plastic bags.
You have lingered far too long.
Adieu, Bag. Adieu.
Adventures in Greening is a column running on Kate-book.com every other Monday at noon. It is written by the very eco-conscious Catherine Moran. Follow Catherine on Twitter @folowbredcrumbs, or check out her excellent book blog.