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Scientists accidentally identified an enzyme that eats plastic and are now optimizing it to devour plastic 1,000 times faster! Plastic could be broken down into its component parts in a year or two instead of hundreds of years or longer. This could help humanity eliminate the islands of plastic in our oceans and mountains of plastic clogging landfills, and greatly reduce the need for new oil discoveries and the environmental harm that occurs when extracting and processing it.
Source: Engadget
With Love,
Russ







One of the things I’ve long wanted to do was to stroll the Mall in Washington, DC, while experiencing the splendor and beauty of many of its 2,000 cherry trees in full bloom as we walked along the Potomac River among some of our nation’s greatest monuments. My Beloved, our son Brian and his family, and I, were able to do that for the first time during a recent trip. The day was cool, mostly cloudy, and with an occasional biting breeze. The photos above are darker and grayer than I would prefer, and don’t do the scenes justice, but I wanted to give to you at least a hint of the awe-inspiring, glorious scenes we experienced.
With Love,
Russ

During a recent visit to my son Brian and his family in Maryland, as I sat at one end of their dining room table while the others were elsewhere, every time I coughed I heard an odd sound for inside a house. It was similar to the cooing of a dove. I looked around the table and found nothing that would explain the sound.
I coughed again and the heard the sound once more. I looked on the floor. Nothing. I coughed gain and decided the sound was coming from behind me. I turned around and saw what you see in the image above. A tribble, of Star Trek fame. Every time I’d coughed, it shook the back of my chair, which shook the card table my chair was up against, which shook the tribble, which shook, cooed, and trilled each time.
Beam me up, Scotty!
With Love,
Russ
The Beluga Whale that Was a turtle
The link is to a cute news story about the bond between a father and his daughter, and a “Beluga Whale” that was really a turtle.
Sources: The Washington Post and Leo @ Not All News is Bad
With Love,
Russ
Sometimes it’s hard to tell which is holding the other up, the ancient heirloom rose bush or the corner of the covered patio with which it is intertwined.
Despite always being together, their relationship is neither equal or healthy. Rose takes Wood’s support for granted, using and abusing his love, gradually taking him apart piece by piece. I wonder if there will come a time when, once he is gone, Rose will regret her uncaring, selfish ways, and miss Wood. Or will Rose just find another to cling to and draw strength from?
The damage is more visible in the first image.
Replacing the sixty-five year old covering for our old porch is on our long and growing list of things to do. It has given us much shade and pleasure for many years and we’ve tried repairs and patches, but now it is too far gone to save.
With Love,
Russ