She composts. She rinses out her baggies. She saves bread crusts and feeds the ducks at the pond. She puts banana peels, coffee grounds and even dog hair in her garden. She still knows how good laundry smells when dried on a line. She, born to parents who lived through the Depression, born in a time when things were war rationed, knows how to be thrifty and economical. My mom is so green; so way way way ahead of her time. She never believed in a throw-away culture.
We should all take lessons from our elders in these times.
I tell my mom we can ebay her stuff. I tell my mom we can sort out her house -- me, the Queen of Moving, can toss, toss, toss. She cleans out a drawer or shelf or closet every day. Today it takes her 45 minutes to do one shelf in the bathroom. She sends me home with Dramamine she no longer needs for a grandchild on trips, and three jars of body cream she won't use. It is easier to put it in my bag than to argue with her about how I don't need them.
My mother, the fair lady of recycling, is recycled herself in our stories of her. I return to her a painting that has gone from my 6 or 7 homes to my daughter's and now back to her. Up it goes on her living room wall, right where it once graced the wall, 25 years or more ago. What goes around...
update: found this site for green living tips. One, using cloth napkins, is a habit I picked up from mother.