Bach and this weekend's concerts

I like to start the mornings when my kids are at their father's, after having slept in a bit and eaten my traditional bowl of muesli with fruit and kefir, with playing Bach.  I feel as if this mental yoga clears up my mind, sorts the myriads of thoughts tumbling over each other.  Today I played the G minor Fugue from the first Sonata.  And as I stood in my sun-drenched living room, delighting in the views of my blooming pear tree and calm street, a few thoughts passed by that I though would be good to write down.  
First, I was bothered a week ago by a post by a facebook friend.  He had posted a picture of a shoot coming out of a tree, stating that nature always comes back, and that we don't need to do anything to aid it.  Harmless as it may seem, this statement shrouds far-right frustration and ignorance, both of which are having dangerous repercussions in society.  Looking out of my window this morning, I see a huge amount of blooming trees and shrubs: all empty.  Not a single flying insect adorns their perfumed en enticing blossoms.  When I first moved to this house 12 years ago, there were hundreds of butterflys and several species of bees, bumblebees, and of course, wasps.  I have literally seen their numbers decimated over the years.  The year after all of the old trees were removed in order to tear up the street for sewer removal, was the most devastating.  Most of the butterflies were gone after that.  

The idea that we do not need to do anything to protect nature is astoundingly stupid.  When we have crowded out literally every other species on earth with our increasing population, it is VITALLY necessary that we do protect nature, and with that I mean animals, plants, AND their habitats.  Not only out of shame for being the cause of so much species extinction, but also out of purely selfish reasons, for without a stable ecosystem, our own survival is at risk.  

After writing down this first thought, the second will have to wait.