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Who doesn’t love a bouquet of flowers? They are central to our greatest celebrations and most somber occasions. We adorn weddings with blossoms and honor life’s passages with floral tributes at funerals.

How many of us are in the supermarket on Mother’s Day picking up a bouquet for Mom? Prom night isn’t complete without the corsage. But what about Mother Earth? Are those flowers just as good for her? After all, she is the only planet we have, and we should honor her on Mother’s Day as well.

The flower industry is a significant economic force, valued at approximately $60 billion annually. Mother’s Day accounts for around 30% of all flower purchases, second only to Valentine’s Day, Christmas, and Hanukkah. The United States is the largest consumer of cut flowers, yet very few are grown domestically. Most are imported from Colombia and Ecuador, while Kenya supplies much of Europe. In Colombia alone, nearly 700 million flower stems are produced each year.

Environmental Costs

The journey from bloom to vase is swift, often within three days, to maximize freshness and profits. However, this speed comes with a hidden environmental cost. Approximately 360,000 metric tons of CO2 are emitted annually to transport and preserve these flowers, comparable to the emissions from 78,000 cars driven for a year. Additionally, flower farms often require heated greenhouses, increasing their carbon footprints.

Water use is another environmental concern, especially in areas like Kenya and Colombia, where irrigation is necessary despite regional water scarcity issues. Intensive flower farming also leads to monocultures, reducing biodiversity and impacting local ecosystems.

Pesticides and chemicals are extensively used to cultivate these perfect blooms. Organizations such as the Pesticide Action Network highlight the health risks posed by these substances to workers and local communities. The primarily female workforce is exposed to toxins that not only affect their health but also that of their children, as residual chemicals are brought home.

Social and Ethical Concerns

Labor conditions in the flower industry raise significant ethical questions. Many workers endure long hours in harsh conditions, often earning low wages. Reports by Fairtrade International emphasize the importance of ensuring safe and fair labor practices, crucial to improving the livelihoods of these workers.

What Can Be Done?

1. Ask Questions: Inquire if flowers are ethically and sustainably produced. Look for certifications like Fairtrade or the Rainforest Alliance, which ensure strict labor and environmental standards.

2. Support Local Sources: Purchasing flowers from local farmers’ markets reduces transportation emissions and typically involves fewer chemicals. Local sourcing aids community economies and supports more sustainable agricultural practices.

3. Traceability: Unfortunately, flowers rarely come with country-of-origin labels, unlike packaged food. It’s essential to ask where flowers come from and prefer those grown locally.

Alternatives

Consider supporting florists who prioritize environmentally friendly practices. Engaging with local gardeners to create unique bouquets from native flora can be a meaningful alternative. Often, these bouquets are sourced within a short walk from home, offering personal and thoughtful gifts that won’t compromise the planet’s well-being.

Ultimately, while flowers are a beautiful gesture, the intent is the true value. Even a bouquet of wildflowers or “weeds” can deliver heartfelt appreciation without the environmental cost. Let’s honor Mother Earth alongside our mothers, building a future where beauty and sustainability coalesce.

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Brake lights flicker in frustration,
Traffic slows in a parade
Of the hidden, soon to be revealed. 

The hum of police sirens,
Black tires skid across the pavement,
A truck, caught against the center divide. 

Whispers murmur from the bystanders:
“Man, what happened?”
“He better be dead.”
“Jesus, was he drunk?”
“Better him than me!”
“I don’t have time for this.” 

The crushed truck’s radio blares David Allan Coe,
The driver’s hand, limp and still,
Unable to turn down the volume,
His final gesture of civility
To the onlookers. 

A fireman clicks it off into ghostly silence. 

The truck, flawless in its destruction, is surrounded
By flares shrieking danger, yet
Sputtering sweetly, inviting the crowd
To gaze upon the ambulance driver’s
Blood-specked burial shroud. 

A sheet is pulled over the body,
To shield any from recognition.
Society’s guardians of anonymity
Stand watch. 

The soul, just released and confused,
Follows his wrecked body
To the morgue,
The toe tag fluttering in the breeze
Of the gurney’s slow creak
Down a hollow, bleached corridor. 

The liberated, unfettered soul,
Baffled,
Roaming,
Defeated,
Stops,
Spins,
And gazes at his own self on the gurney. 

“I am someone!” he cries,
To witnesses unfamiliar
With a soul’s silent, final words. 

“My name is Dane,
I am someone’s lover,
Someone’s son,
Someone’s friend,
Someone.” 

As Dane wanders,
He sees what should be impossible.
Disbelieving,
Surrounded by questions,
He rummages through hospital corridors. 

A comatose woman lies connected
To her fog-shrouded bed.
She hears the returning footsteps
Of her only daughter,
Unable to blink,
To say hello,
But she remembers 

Warm beach days,
Picnics,
And kites dancing in the wind. 

Dane watches a nurse
Desperate to revive a dead man:
“Clear!”
Sho-Ck!
Electric life flares,
“Clear!”
Sho-Ck, crackling,
“Clear!”
Sho-Ck fails to reboot a lifeless heart. 

Dane screams at the unheeding walls,
“What are the odds against defying God
At His own casino?” 

Fury propels him onward. 

A withered man
Sips tang through a straw,
The only solace for his scorched stomach. 

Dane struggles to decipher
What his eyes behold.
Is this heaven? 

A nameless woman pushes her baby
Through an irreversible
Canal of blood and water and pain. 

The drip and burn of chemo,
Hurting and healing,
Indiscriminate in both. 

“Where the hell am I?”
The disembodied Dane shouts,
And as he is ripped upward,
He screeches,
“Let me have just one more glimpse of life,
Just one more time,
To look into the eyes
Of another living
Fallacy of humanity.” 

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