Helleborus orientalis in one of its many colors
I am so lucky. I really am. There was a lot of chaos in my earliest years, but I grew up in a place of great natural beauty among people who truly appreciated that and I had remarkable freedom to explore it all. It led to a deep connection with what we call “nature” as though we were somehow separate from it, which is not what I believe, and that has been a strength and richness all my life, even now when I can’t walk as far as I used to because of arthritis. (I’m hoping that will change some day, but first things first.
Yesterday I walked just around my own house looking for signs of spring and finding them all about.
Cornus Mas (Cornelian Cherry)
I’ll post some of the pictures here and hope for the best. I did this post yesterday and it ended up hopelessly entangled with the previous one. I hope that doesn’t happen here….
I’ve always gardened, visited garden, was garden editor for a local magazine for more than seventeen years and belonged to herb societies and perennial societies and somehow maintained gardens in Ohio and upstate New York, though neither were quite well enough cared for.
Our family walked in parks and forests all during the time of my children growing up and now they do the same with their children. I really believe in the things that Richard Louv says in his book Last Child in the Woods, saving our children from nature deficit disorder. When this connection is established early in life it is a treasure forever. And if it isn’t I think something is lost for an entire life…
One of my daughters is an ecologist, another very connected with our local CSA farm (as I am) and my grandson just came back from the first meeting of Tiny Tillers, one of the groups he belongs to at the farm, with a little “habitat” he made and has put outside to see if anything will come live there. We’re lucky to live near the beautiful Cuyahoga Valley National Park. It was established, first as a national recreation center, the year before we moved to this area, in ’75. And if it had not been saved this way, it would probably be full of housing developments. Everytime we go there we see lots of people of all ages, sorts and conditions, enjoying this gift.
pussy willow in pollen behind a blue holly
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