The more talk, the less truth;
the wise measure their words.
I continue to find the growth of our rain garden plants fascinating and thrilling. They seem to thrive despite my usual lack of plant mojo. Today, while weeding the garden (grass keeps wanting to populate it; I can’t blame the grass, as that soil is super-nutritious and must be deeply appealing to plants) I thrilled to find that a couple of sword ferns I’d written off as goners had, unbeknownst to me, produced some fiddleheads.
New growth! I think some kinds of ferns may die back in the winter, and then in the spring produce fresh growth from that unpromising pile of apparently dead leaves. If that isn’t a metaphor for Christian life, I don’t know what is.
We also have this other plant, I don’t know what it is, that’s already as tall as I am and quite nicely greened out with small, fresh-looking little leaves. Since it looked like a bare twig when we planted it last November, that’s doing pretty darn well.
I don’t know if this is premature, but I feel like I’ve seen more birds than usual in the back yard. The rain garden, with its standing water, has certainly attracted more bugs — lots of insects lay their eggs there, and I see them flitting around. Haven’t noticed more mosquitoes than usual, but time will tell. But I wonder if the higher bug count, plus nice soft dirt, plus a ready source of water, draws more birds. The other day I saw a small, cute little bird taking a bath in the pond.
Not in the rain garden but still in the back yard, the strawberries I planted last year have lots and lots of flowers. I’m keenly anticipating the next couple months, when I hope to determine definitively whether a person can, in fact, subsist on strawberries alone.
Finally, a farewell shot of Carmel rolling around in the back yard grass.
My parents’ back yard is in the midst of a massive landscaping project that has annihilated all the grass. Carmel is not allowed in the muddy morass, and instead has to be taken out to the front yard on a leash to do her business. So I’ve been bringing her over to our back yard and letting her just chill there, enjoying the life, sniffing the smells, hearing the sounds. I keep her well-supplied with ice water (it’s over 70° for the first time in well over a week, downright hot for around here) and she seems quite content.