Monday, March 01, 2021



Yesterday I noticed this clump of moss, and thought to myself how pretty it looked on the old cherry tree log with the trailing kinnikinnick.  As hard as this pandemic has been, as hard as it is to show up day after day, I come back to this native garden after my work is done, and each time I do, I find strength in the beauty of my native plants.  Plants find their way to each other one way or another, forging symbiotic relationships until a community is established.  I like to think the kinnikinnick found its way to the moss, and that the two benefit from being near each other.  The cherry log, though dead, is also a valuable member, giving life as it decomposes.  Through hard work, loving intention, and following ecological principles, these native plants came to grow in my garden.  My investment, however, pales in comparison to what this native garden has given back to me—day after day, week after week.  It took me awhile to realize that I, too, am a part of this garden, just as it is a part of me.  These native plants and I are in a symbiotic relationship: I take care of them, and they take care of me.  I take care of them, and they take care of our beetles and bees, our birds and butterflies, our mollusks and moths, our moles and mice, our bats and barn owls.  These creatures take care of the plants, too.  The interconnectedness of living things—what a privilege to be a part. ✨


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