Monday, March 14, 2011
Itchin to get my hands dirty
Temperature almost 60. Sunshine. Mild breeze. I was on it. I removed the dried remnants of coneflowers and black-eyed Susans, astilbe and meadow rue. I picked up twigs knocked from trees by winter snow and wind. And I walked around the prairie.
This is the second full summer for my prairie. The first following a summer where the flowers and grasses reached full size. As promised, the prairie stood strong throughout the winter. And it stands strong now. New growth is beginning to show at ground level, but it will be a long time before this year's plants reach the height of last year's.
Having spent my life making my gardens conform to my idea of beauty - tidy, weed free, contained - it remains a challenge to my sensibilities to just let it go. But I'm committed to trying with the prairie.
When I walked around the prairie and my hands were still itching to do something, I walked back to the gardens around the house to clean off more garden debris. I'm still learning about prairies, but one thing I do know already - the prairie will do just fine without me.