Just the other day I was getting out of the car in the rain, in front of my house, when my dear friend Eleanor Dietrich saw me and pulled over at the curb. Eleanor was the muse for my song “She was a Wildflower.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=3&v=fVPWctCxu5c
She is a magnificent, wise woman, with an encyclopedia knowledge of wildflowers, and the natural world at large. I hopped in her car for a quick visit, while the windshield wipers flopped back and forth.
Eleanor told me a story about this Florida County (to protect her, and the flowers, I won’t name it) where the county commission had voted to squash even the most non-aggressive ordinances that limited roadside mowing, and during the very time rare wildflowers were in bloom. She said that one of the commissioners has told a friend of hers: “You can’t give these environmentalists anything. Cause if you do, they are going to want more and more and more, until they take over the whole county.”
The reasoning here is based, of course, on the argument made by the Lord Jesus Christ, when he said: “I know you’d like to feed the poor. But if you do, they are just going to get hungry again, and then want to move in your house and have you feed them every meal.”