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This is the 2nd spring after my rebirth as a native plant gardener. As I start to see spring making its presence visible, I realize I’ve now begun to embrace the conditions I have here. This isn’t a shady clay wasteland. It’s an environment full of life and providing the essentials for a healthy ecosystem. Hundreds of Bloodroot didn’t care a hoot about the clay and burst into bloom on an unusually warm day. The bees quickly honed in on the snow white blossoms as the ever so slight markings on the petals pointed the way to the pollen.
|Yellow Trout lily|
I worried about clay. I was stymied by shade. Hah. The drifts of the Spring Beauty again show me that these are conditions they’ve evolved with. They don’t begin to ask for anything else. They’re beautiful and most content just where and how they’ve been for eons.
These spring ephemerals making their home in our shady clay are happy soaking up the spring sun. The trees are just beginning to leaf out and this group of woodland wildflowers must make the most of all the remaining rays they can catch while they can. In another week or so, the sun won’t reach through the upper canopy of leaves. It will be the trees’ turn to absorb the sunshine, make food, and clean the air and water. The pollination of the wildflowers will be complete, the seeds will form and drop, and the leaves will disappear for another season.
So apparently I have evolved some. I no longer despise my clay and cast aspersions on the shade. I’m thrilled now recognizing the life that surrounds my senses here. I’m good with this. And I’m mostly through wanting things I can’t have. Well actually I would like to replace the front yard lawn with a prairie. But that’s probably not going to happen unless I develop some super powers of persuasion. I can dream can’t I?