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Ideally, one would step into their yard and pluck their kale from the vegetable bed. Or perhaps, bust out their sewing machine and work the cotton fabric woven on their spinning wheel when in need of a new outfit for next month's fete. Unfortunately, we do not live in that world. Urban sprawl has ruined us and the planet. We need items and we need them now. We drive distances to malls. We order online. We eat out. We take out. We are now forced to measure our carbon footprints.

Mine is not great. I pride myself on not ordering many things online despite the appeal of convenience. Instead, I try to plot my errands and purchases along established routes of child pick ups/drop offs, work and school. Admittedly, this is because I detest driving-- which makes my carbon footprint look pretty good. But not great. I could stand to eat out less and to drink less coffee....out of tiny plastic holes fastened to paper cups.

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