the closed loop
The robin has been around a lot today. No wonder, the sun shining after a frost, down to a shirt, the best sort of winter day. For a while there was another fellow sitting on the fence with him; is spring already in the air when winter has hardly begun? Beware little robin, slow down, there are two more months of official winter to go.
I started the day by reading this: https://theconversation.com/if-everyone-lived-in-an-ecovillage-the-earth-would-still-be-in-trouble-43905?utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=The+Weekend+Conversation+-+3020&utm_content=The+Weekend+Conversation+-+3020+CID_e92a8a0e9176c8150b84fe98ec5a9da2&utm_source=campaign_monitor&utm_term=If%20everyone%20lived%20in%20an%20ecovillage%20the%20Earth%20would%20still%20be%20in%20trouble – phew – and it made me wonder how big my ecological footprint is these days. When I’ve tested it earlier, it was stretched way out by the amount of driving I do. Alone. Not cost-efficient let alone energy efficient. No choice. Either I disengage from society wider than my very local area (where hardly anyone lives) or I drive. I drive. One day our ability to receive the internet might allow webinaring and more skyping. That might be within three years if Telstra delivers on its plan to erect a mobile tower on Honeysuckle Ridge.
That will make living in this part of the country a more realistic option for more people.
One part of the ecological cycle where I do quite well is waste management. My own waste that is, and that of my animals. I did a bit of it today, Sweeping the saturated straw litter the the chooks shit on all night from their perches and hosing the diluted urine on deserving areas of the garden.
Living where I do, there are no sewerage or grey water systems to plug into and no reticulated water supply – unless you count the Jingallala River, and I do). No electricity grid either. And yet I have all these services. I am my own waste manager. I am also a gardener and my life’s mission is to add humus to my garden. Consequently, all of these things find their way into my soil:
- my (and visitors’) bodily wastes; separated at source and collected, composted and much later, put back in the soil as rich humus
- dog shit: compost
- chook shit – raw, in compost; mixed with straw, as a layer in garden-building
- grey water – trickles through garden paths, tipped directly on needy trees
- newspaper from neighbourhood house lights fires and is laid as mulch to suppress weeds
- ash from stoves is added to human waste to suppress smell and sprinkled to reduce slugs and soil acidity
Sadly, hard waste requires a journey. Although there is now a recycling trailer at the Bonang tip, it has been contaminated each time I’ve tried to use it, meaning the contents go straight to landfill. So I save my plastics, paper and glass until I go to Orbost for some other reason. And there is a supermarket bag of plain old rubbish every fortnight. They go into an ordinary rubbish bin which gets emptied every six months or so.
There are a couple of car-wrecks down at the shed which are gradually rusting into the ground. People occasionally get enthusiastic about the old Land Rover but its still there. They are other peoples’ contributions and likely to outlast me.
Plastic bags are my bete noir. I never accept one at shops, even when I’ve forgotten to bring my shopping bags. That can look pretty stupid, unless its the kind of shop that offers boxes. I never accept a plastic bag yet they are oozing out of my drawers. I will be lucky to achieve my objective of being bag-free before I die.
Back in the halcyon days of UNCED – early 1990s – when Agenda 21 was the talk of the world, we used to talk about closed loop systems and whole of lifecycle approach
“A system, or life cycle can begin with extracting raw materials from the ground and generating energy. Materials and energy are then part of manufacturing, transportation, use (wearing and washing the t-shirt, for instance), and eventually recycling, reuse, or disposal. A life cycle approach means we recognize how our choices influence what happens at each of these points so we can balance trade-offs and positively impact the economy, the environment, and society. A life cycle approach is a way of thinking which helps us recognize how our selections – such as buying electricity or a new t-shirt – are one part of a whole system of events.”
https://sustainabledevelopment.un.org/content/documents/846Why_take_a_life_cycle_approach_EN.pdf
Producer responsibility for waste generated at each stage of the production process, including the thing in your hands after you have unpacked the product, spelled the end of this idea. Governments lacked the courage to enforce it. Instead we have councils trying to deal with groaning landfills that cost them money for each tonne dumped, and tip fees go up and up.
So does the rubbish stream. The rubbish of most people who put the bin out each week, press the button on the toilet and pull the plug, is invisible, gone, out of sight and out of mind. If we had to stand beside our waste would it be a heap or a hill?
I am forced to face the amount of rubbish I generate and take pleasure in putting as much of it to good use as I can.
Its a little bit of ecological sanity in a world where no-one seems to give a damn, and our leaders seem intent on trashing the world while they can.