Every day is Earth Day to the people who own and work the land.
We celebrate the first green mouse-ear that sprouts on a maple tree. Green spears rising through last fall's leaf crop, or the remnants of the last snowfall, promise yellow daffodil trumpets, which herald another performance of the symphony of spring. These are the days of this earth. These are the days for living. We don't need a single day to celebrate, nor an excuse to pretend that we have some special appreciation for the earth.