The blue sky will no longer be grey, and the bleak clouds will be vibrant.

When you look at me with those big beautiful eyes and that innocent smile, you make me want to fight harder. And I do.

I plan to plant more things this spring, as we do every year in our garden.

I hope we can pass on a better place to live so that my grandchildren and their future children can enjoy the beauty of nature that our wonderful God has given us.

To laugh at our efforts as they were on such a small scale, too small some would say to make a difference, and then smile when we think about the number families just like ours that did the same thing.

It seems silly to saddle yourself with guilt for something that hasn’t happened yet. I don’t want to do that. As of today, I don’t really feel guilty. I guess I just want to make sure I keep doing more, so that when you read this, and ask what I’ve done since then, I can still feel good about my efforts.

For the pale blue dot we live on, a precious beauty, I try to help.

I’m not allowed to talk about climate change around family; as my mom warned me, “climate change is not something that people think about in Mississippi.” But I’m worried for my family’s future.

The time has come to question ourselves as citizens about our own actions and the legacy we are leaving behind.