Green Living

I went to the Live Green Festival in Salt Lake this weekend. People who believe in green living fall into a few different camps. One group is comprised of people who believe that the things they do and the products they purchase and the organizations they support impact everyone else and the environment and, because of that, believe in making socially responsible decisions and trying not to be selfish Hummer drivers who burn books for fun and like to make baby animals cry. I'm down with that (and, no, I don't want to talk about the veal saltimbocca I had for dinner the other night). Another group of people who are pro-green are the kind of people who like to tell you about the 52 kinds of allergies from which they suffered until their herbalists taught them to be one with the Earth and how to make their own blue jeans out of hemp and self-righteousness. Those are not my people. There were a lot of them at the Festival, though. I was watching some performers on the stage (powered by a bicycle), and a man was wearing feathers in his hair and playing a flute. I'm betting he falls more in the second category.

The best thing that came from the Festival was my fantastic honey. I bought a pint of honey from a local farm. I can't even tell you which farm, because the honey came in a plain glass mason jar. No label of any kind. It's DElightful, though. It's increased the joy I receive from my nightly toast snack, which I did not believe was possible. So. Good.