I thought it was over for a year. At least I had hoped.
Opening the paper again to read headline Broom-Buster Rah Rah, each time feeling affronted with the bad idea, unenlightened posing as enlightened, celebrity causes of saving the world, slash, uproot, cut down, remove, fear, dislike, want to eradicate that broom in bloom.
Feeling helpless? Join the cause, join the chorus, join a fight, have delight saving the world going to war against invasive species.
Never mind the glorious beauty, more of that could overtake us. The most invasive, destructive, toxin polluting, killing species on the planet, when feeling threatened, looks elsewhere for cause — stunningly beautiful ultra golden yellow splashes of broom in bloom, a good place to start.
Let’s join together in annual eradication festivities, praising ourselves for doing more than our part. Awaken unaware fools, having mistaken broom as beautiful and loving each beautiful encounter. Awaken from your slumber and join us in the battle. Slay the broom.
Broom can be loved and celebrated for very good reason. It is beautiful in bloom hearty and robust — nature’s desire spilling over, taking residence in the scars we have carved into the earth.
Broom does not overtake native species in balance.
There is no broom in the forests. Broom does not overtake people’s backyards or their ditches if they so choose.
There is no real battle. Providing biomass, earth, building after we have had our way, it’s not a dreaded enemy going to swallow us up.
The single most detrimental effect broom busters have upon the local population is a twisting of our experience with the beauty that is broom.
Don’t let easy outlets for frustrations and need for exercise usurp your loving relationship of beauty.
I love the broom, especially when it’s in bloom.
If you are truly concerned for the balance of nature look to your own footprint. If you fear for the indigenous flowers, collect and spread their seeds.