“Rome was not built in a day.” they say.
“All in a day’s work.”
“An honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay.”
“Tomorrow is another day.”
“Let’s call it a day.”
Enter Scarlett O’Hara, Margaret Mitchell’s beautiful, selfish, mesmerizing heroine of Gone With The Wind.
“Fiddle dee dee.” Scarlett says, “I’ll think about it tomorrow.”
“The Day The Earth Stood Still”
“Day Of The Jackal”
“Dog Day Afternoon”
What does a day mean to you?
Do you wait for one day each year to eat?
Do you take only one day each year to sleep?
Do you take care of your home just once each year? Make the beds, clean the windows, rake the lawn and then what? You’re done for another year?
I’m trying hard to think of something special, something extra to do for Earth Day.
It seems everything I think of are the things I do every day.
For water, for air, for birds, for animals, for terra firma.
She is my mother, and I love her every day.
Not more on better days and less on lesser days.
I don’t live Earth Day or even Earth Year.
For me, for mother, I live an Earth Life.
Paz, Sasha, and Mother Earth