Today I lived in the kind of world I want.
The new neighbors asked me to help transform some of their
yard into native plants. I felt intimidated so asked other neighbors and
friends to help. Two friends who couldn’t participate, donated plants and
offered tools including a wheelbarrow. Another friend stopped by in the midst
of his busy day to encourage us. A neighbor who didn’t know the new neighbors but
is an extraordinary gardener, showed up with tools, plants and a cheery
disposition. Another friend brought tools and expertise regarding plant
placement in relation to sunlight and drainage.
At first the task seemed insurmountable. Eradicate grass,
move rocks, pull up invasives then figure out where to put all the donated
plants. But little by little, through the course of the morning, through the
bagels and muffins, through the joking, digging, dividing, planning, a garden
began to take shape.
Rocks became a meandering border sprinkled with lambs ears.
Joe Pye and Big Bluestem sentry the back, tall phlox flank the side
fence, flowering quince claimed a spot in the opposite corner. Mint, rosemary
and oregano bask in a sunny patch closest to the kitchen door. Spirea settled
by the garage. Milkweed seeds found crevices throughout. Cardboard covers the patches cleared for next time.
Why this poor picture that doesn't capture the details? Because it is imperfect, reflects us. Captures a work in progress, reflects community.
Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has. ~Margaret Mead