Spring Evening

Sun sinks toward the western horizon. Light pierces through the woods creating long shadows, dramatically spotlighting a single leaf, tree trunk, branch or blossom.

Robin sings the familiar evening songs all robins have sung since this land was new.

American robin

Tender new maple leaves fan out, yellow green against the pale blue late afternoon sky. Ferns unroll their sweet green toothy leaves and stretch out in the cool shade.

Violets shelter close to the ground, lifting their purple faces among the heart shaped leaves. Bumble bees work every possible blossom while the light holds.

The plants, trees, shrubs, perennials, and what are often called weeds grow in a riot, each claiming its place, rooting down and reaching up to the light, each finding a home.

Red squirrel

Squirrels chase and take giant leaps from tree to tree, passing time with a little craziness, a little play, a little high wire act with no net.

Turkey vultures

Vultures make their way home from all across the city, soaring, catching the last updrafts of the day. They can’t resist a few final figure eights, and possibly an aerial trick or two, formation flying with their next of kin before bedtime. They finally approach the roost trees and make a production of settling down with much flapping.

The waxing moon sails like a kite above the houses waiting for night.

Now only the tree tops catch the sunlight, burnishing them a golden green or bronze for a precious moment before all is bathed once again in shadow.

All creatures and rooted beings who make their living here take their essential place in the web of life.

Our Earth turns and the sun sinks below the horizon. Time to rest and settle. Time to watch the stars come out.

Message from the plants

We grow and reach to the sun. It is our birthright, the promise deep in each seed and rhizome and creeping root and flowering bulb. We are survivors. We are alchemists of air, earth, water and light!

We aim to thrive and prosper on our patch of this amazing earth. To make the most of our lives here together growing in communities, complementing each other.

The trees tall and spreading with the shorter denser undergrowth. The shade giver with the shade lover, the sun worshiper with those who will thrive in the harmony of dappled light.

Grandmother Cottonwood

We each have our niche, our talents, our habits. Our unique beauty and form. We thrive together in mixed communities, just like humans do.

You may not notice us or give us much thought, but know that we live good lives, satisfying lives. Even if humans never walked the earth, our lives satisfy and energize and delight us. We root ourselves deeply and anchor to the earth, grow toward the light and reach to the heavens. It is our joy!

Think of this. We plants feed and clothe you, shelter and make your world delightful. We cool you in our shade, we filter your air, we hold your soil. We provide countless opportunities for design motifs to make your world more beautiful.

When you eat a meal, thank a plant. When you go into your wood framed home and feel safe and comfortable, thank a plant. When you sit at your wooden furniture, thank a plant.

When you find cool shelter in leafy shade, thank a plant. When you catch the fragrance of a spring flower, a rose, a lilac, lavender, a peony, thank a plant.

Bleeding Heart

When you use essential oils for healing, thank a plant. When you use herbs to create interesting flavors in your foods, thank a plant… when you eat honey, thank a plant.

When you drink tea or coffee or hot chocolate or beer, or wine thank a plant… When you eat meat, thank a plant ( many of the creatures eaten for their meat graze on grasses or eat seeds) when you eat bread, thank a plant, when you wear perfume, thank a plant….. shall I continue?

It is full on spring now, and we are back!

Big Bluestem

I am the deep rooted tall prairie grass that you call big bluestem.

My commission is to send my roots deep into this rich black soil, down through the fertile layers deposited over many thousands of years, from the decaying roots stems and leaves of my ancestors, to draw in sustenance from all the elements of the earth, to anchor myself firmly here as my stems and leaves reach toward the nourishment of the naked prairie sun.

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Big bluestem

I grow taller, absorbing the joyful energy of the light and atmosphere, swaying gracefully, bending, in waves with the wind. I have learned to be flexible when storms roar through and lightening strikes.

Then, when the sunlight begins its slow late summer slide toward the south, my flowers appear, bloom, and quickly develop into seed heads.   Next spring, the age old cycle will repeat itself.  It begins with one seed!

I feel the feeling that you call “joy” as I grow taller than a man, spreading into the vast sunny space under the prairie sky. The roots of our community interweaving, holding the earth, gripping the soil, forming a vast deep network, a wreath of intricate connections across this wide open land, anchoring all the grows here.

Know that I love this life – I am a native- I belong here! This is my home!

I drink in the life giving sunlight and rain, swaying and dancing in the wind with a million others like me; we who grace this timeless landscape.