Bless her "green" heart, my Gramma Greene never ceases to amaze me. Even nine years after her passing, I can still hear her raspy voice. "Shut that refrigerator door! You're wasting electricity!" I was never allowed to linger inside the fridge, in search of a snack. My bathwater could only be three inches deep. Seriously. We're talking hard-core conservation efforts.
As a young girl, the buckets in the sink, especially the dishwater, made me gag. Lucky for me, Gramma always washed the dishes, so my tiny fingers never really had to touch the water. I just scraped the dish, and tossed it in the bucket. The only thought that ever crossed my mind was, that must be an old-fashioned thing to.
Never, in a million years, did I ever realize that Gramma was practicing the ever-so trendy, recycle, reuse, and renew technique! Gramma Greene was truly green back in the day!
With the sudden onset of the absolute worst drought I've ever lived through, I have succumbed to Gramma's practices. I'm filling dishwater (in the morning) in a bucket in the sink (despite the crinkled noses of not only my daughters, but my husband), and reusing the water to give my plants a drink in the evenings.
I can close my eyes as I pass the sink, inhaling the familiar scent, and hear Gramma's raspy, nagging voice, "Tsk! Turn off that water, girl! As your great grandmother Phipps would say, waste not, want not!"