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Earth Day 2009

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more
.
~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage


Celebrations for this day are unearthing all across Canada, the United States and if you check your local listings, somewhere in your neck of this World too.

Book Launch

This Wednesday, April 22 7:30 p.m. at Books & Co. 289 Main Street, Picton, Ontario, we are commemorating Earth Day with the launch of a new book "Stand up women: Heal Mother Earth".

This project, spearheaded by Roz Bound, began with written contributions of local women in and around Prince Edward County. It was introduced at the Town Hall in Bloomfield, Ontario in March on International Women's Day, and now the book is borne.

Books & Co. is a beautiful, welcoming and bustling gem in the downtown core. There will be refreshments provided and readings by contributors. For more information on other events, click on the following link. See you there!

http://www.pictonbookstore.com/events/default.aspx




I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.

~Elwyn Brooks White, Essays of E.B. White, 1977

Comments

  1. Hello Pat,

    I like your energy.

    The Book Launch was a huge success. It sold out!

    Keep writing.

    ReplyDelete

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