Friday, June 07, 2013

The Father and Daughter Trash Team

by Zinta Aistars
Published in Southwest Michigan's Second Wave Media
June 6, 2013


WAYNE DEERING, RECYCLING ENTHUSIAST - ERIK HOLLADAY

Deerings get help to lighten the load of festival refuse that's landfill bound

Festival season is here. Find out how Wayne Deering and his daughter Emily are working to keep more festival trash out of the landfill. Zinta Aistars reports on their efforts.



It's a father and daughter date like none other. Wayne Deering and his daughter Emily recycle together. And they recycle big. In 2012, they collected 8,400 pounds at the Taste of Kalamazoo Festival. Of that, 1,560 pounds went into recycling, but 6,040 pounds ended up in a landfill. That last number is the one that the Deerings are working hard to shrink. 
 
"That's about 28 percent less waste that ended up in the landfill than in the previous year," says Wayne Deering. Deering, a commercial broker, and his daughter Emily, an international studies major at DePaul University in Illinois, refer to themselves as event coordinators and consultants for the festivals, and they are in their second year of collecting, recycling and composting waste at the Taste of Kalamazoo and the Kalamazoo Island Festival.
 
"I've always been interested in recycling," says the father. "Long before anyone was doing it. I do it personally--the pile of recyclables at my curbside Monday morning is far bigger than anyone else's on my street," he says with a laugh. 
 
"My dad motivates me," says the daughter. "He's the kind of person who would peel the label off a prescription bottle to put it into recycling." She echoes his laughter. 
 
Wayne Deering has been recycling since the '70s, he says, when he was a college student, but attending just one of the Kalamazoo festivals made him feel like a lifetime of responsible waste collection was erased by the mountains of trash produced in just one festival. Something had to be done. 
 
The Deerings found kindred green spirits at the I.D.E.A. Association. I.D.E.A., that's Interdisciplinary Education through Education and Art, is a nonprofit created by Matt Lechel and Mark Thompson in 2007.  
 
Lechel, now a board member and enthused volunteer for I.D.E.A. Association green efforts, was only too pleased to work with the Deering team. The role of the association is to work in collaboration with local experts to offer greening services for events, and the Deerings qualified as those local and willing experts. Along with assisting with the greening services, I.D.E.A. volunteers provide professional evaluation of all waste data from the event to measure progress over coming years and events. 
 
"We had worked on several of the festivals already," says Lechel, "beginning with the Boiling Pot Festival, and we worked up a sheet from that on what we would need to do in these two festivals. Wayne Deering was the first to respond when we looked for help. He stepped right up to the plate; I give him a lot of credit for that." 
 
Lechel has a lot of practice in doing good deeds around Kalamazoo. Along with being an adjunct professor at Western Michigan University, he is executive director of Kalamazoo Collective Housing, coordinator for Kalamazoo Neighborhood Safety Initiative, sits on the board of directors at People's Food Co-op, and volunteers as a parks commissioner. 
 
Kate Binder, Lechel's greening services sidekick, started working alongside Lechel at the Boiling Pot Festival, and she became the impetus to translate those efforts to other festivals. A recent graduate of WMU, with a master's thesis on recycling, Binder was eager to gather the data for their recycling efforts.
 
"I assembled a report to give us a baseline for measurement," Binder says. "It's a starting point for us to tweak. It's proof that this can work." 
 
Binder's report outlines how effective the Deerings recycling efforts were in collaboration with I.D.E.A. volunteers, which included Binder and Lechel standing alongside what they call "pods" of receptacles to capture trash. One receptacle holds recyclable items, the second holds compostable items, the third is destined for a landfill. Volunteers guide people to the correct receptacle, offering education in the process.
 
"The educational component is probably the most important," says Binder. "Our hope is that people will take the concept of recycling home with them."
 
"Can't tell you how many people come to us at the festivals and tell us ..."



Wednesday, June 05, 2013

The Peony

Photos and text by Zinta Aistars
Copyright 2013



Z Acres framed by peonies

Every morning, in most any weather, I make my mug of hot coffee and go outside for my first stroll of the day, my old chow pup Guinnez tagging along. These days, my direct line seems to always be to the peonies before I see anything else. It's not the first time I have noticed this profuse flower. In fact, I remember being fascinated with them as a little girl, when my mama planted rows of peonies in her beautifully tended garden. I would lie in the grass beside them and under them and watch the tiny ants crawl back and forth over the perfectly round buds, sipping the nectar, helping the bud gradually open. And then, that explosion of blossom!

Now, I find myself doing this all over again. This time, I have my camera along, and I find myself shooting photo after photo of these gorgeous blooms, some as big as my head. What an outrageous flower! Almost like a flower in drag, over the top and whipped, crammed with petals upon petals upon petals, lush and thick with itself, a profusion of petticoats and tutus, uplifted skirts, flourish and flatter. I can't stop staring at them, watching the light throughout the day move around and over them, translucent through all those petals, sculpting the peonies into light play on delicate shape. Lush. No wonder these flowers fascinated artist Georgia O'Keeffe so.


































Tuesday, June 04, 2013

Siblings Unrivaled and Family Bonds

by Zinta Aistars


Sisters

I always look forward to my sister's visits, especially when she comes out for a long weekend to Z Acres, and we can enjoy both time in the country and time exploring nearby places and events of interest. This time, however, my sister came out primarily to spend some time with our parents. It was more of an impulse, so I didn't have time to plan work around the weekend. Still, I couldn't let a chance to see her get by.

Days before the weekend, I worked especially hard to get assignments written and submitted ahead of time. I stayed up late, I got up early, nose to grindstone, fingers to keyboard, getting it done. Saturday morning, I was up at 7 a.m., downed my hot coffee, and got my last article out ahead of deadline, and the rest of the weekend had been freed.

Well, not quite. The grass needed mowing, and with a week of rain behind me and a week of rain ahead, I couldn't let the hours by without putting some sweat into it. Four acres to mow is no easy feat, but in some ways, I looked forward to it. With all that brain work of writing and editing various articles, it felt good to set brain on shelf and put muscle to it instead. It would take me nearly three hours, so off I went, mower puttering, weaving around the house, the various gardens and flower beds, the pond, up and around the barn, up the hillock at the top of the field, until it was done.

I was earning my hours off! Late on Saturday afternoon, my sister showed up, and my folks, too, and we all enjoyed a wonderful evening together. I even found a chuck roast in the refrigerator that I'd picked up the last weekend at the farmers market, perfect for an impromptu dinner. A bottle of wine to uncork, a fresh salad, berries on ice cream, and the dinner was perfect. Guinnez trotted around us in absolute delight, begging for scraps and roast bones and getting them.



On Sunday, the family returned for a Z Acres hearty breakfast: scrambled eggs with oyster mushrooms and green onions on corn tortillas smeared with cream cheese mixed with salsa. Oh, yeah. Tummies full, my sister and I headed north to Grand Rapids to check out opening day of Fulton Street Artisans Market while the folks stayed at Z Acres to enjoy a bit of nature. Mom went out to the garden to enjoy her favorite activity, gardening, and Dad sat on the deck watching and sketching. Guinnez kept an eye on both.

My father on deck
Well, OF COURSE my sister and I had to buy SOMEthing at the artisans market. We were both drawn to the table overseen by a man who works with wood. Daina bought a wooden box to hold kitchen utensils for her husband on Father's Day (he loves wooden containers and he loves to cook), and we both bought small wooden cheese cutting boards. I don't buy frivolous, but I do buy useful, local, beautiful, lasting, and this item qualified. Since I buy only organic block cheeses, this was immediately put to use ... and I wondered how I'd gotten buy without it all these years.


Daina making her purchase
My new cheese cutting board
My sister and I enjoyed a lunch at an Indian restaurant, then headed back to Z Acres to see what our elders were up to. Mama was still on her knees, weeding my huge flower bed ... bless her heart and her hands. She loves getting those hands into the dirt, and I think it's her best therapy and spiritual rejuvenation. I wasn't going to interrupt her ... with all this land under my care and a vegetable garden almost triple last summer's size, I have to pick my battles, and weeding flower beds falls far down on the list of battles. Thanks, Mama!

We pick wildflowers for Mama
So I'm thinking ... watching all of them. Mama elbow deep in flower bed dirt, my sister wandering the back field picking wildflowers, my father moving slowly about with his cane until he and Guinnez find the best spot to sit and enjoy ... this is family. We all have our own, but this was the nuclear family, and the older I get, the more I appreciate all of them and all our visits.

I've spent a lifetime wandering, traveling, looking for the Home that would hold me, looking for adventure, feeding my curiosity, but the wish to wander has almost entirely left me. Sure, I'd still go on certain journeys ... there is still so much I have not seen and experienced in the world, and I'm certainly still open to adventure ... but my oasis is real now. And I love sharing it with my beloveds.

Home, after all, is ever so much about the people with whom you share it, who bring their personal light into it and mix it with yours. We brush off each other's magic dust on each other, and keep it as part of our own. I enjoy, even crave, and need, my solitude here, but I also relish the visits of the people (and often also their pets) who mean so much to me.

Joy is a simple thing. It's brushed with dirt, cheese crumbs, pencil dust, dog fur, rolled in grass clippings and dusted with hugs.




Daina watching the frogs and turtles in the Z Acres pond

Daina shares photos with Dad while wearing the t-shirt she bought for both of us
Guinnez keeping an eye on the family
Mama and Dad share a laugh pondside