The water smells skanky this morning. It’s thick and soupy, dark greenish brown.
But minnows pop.
Leaves float on the surface, bobbing.
I watch the schnugs swim across the cove, and the neighbor has to drive across to get them before he goes off to work. He calls and calls. They ignore, ignore, and eventually come.
It’s a quiet Friday morning before a big weekend. The 30th annual small craft show at the CBMM, Airport Day in Easton. Something about painting the town in St. Michaels and it’s First Friday. Weekenders are packing up and heading over already. I’m thinking about all this, planning my calendar, but in the back of my mind, there’s something else.
Today, in a Pennsylvania court before a judge by the name of Rambo, the EPA and the Chesapeake Bay Foundation are hoping to stand up to the powerful Farm Bureau, fertilizer lobby and big AG, who intend to knock the teeth out of the first efforts to actually enforce the Clean Water Act, which is sadly celebrating its 40th year, right now.
Read more about it here.
The water smells skanky today, and I’m sending Judge Rambo telepathic messages, hopeful that she’s thinking about the future.