But if I mow it all down and till it all under, I would also be destroying my legacy. Before it was Wild, there were prairie flowers. Before that, it was the vegetable patch, which seemed to feed the critters more than the family. There are the mighty oaks, whose age is possibly greater than I can imagine.
This is my Grandmother’s garden, the Little Eden where I spent countless days of my childhood. The place where, as one neighbor put it, my grandparents “worked like the Chinese” to make it a beautiful flower haven welcome to birds, bees, and butterflies.
In this wild place are treasures to seek
Bees and butterflies whose homes I would not compromise
Clematis, vinca, grapevine, and creeper
whisper to Ivy “crawl this way”
Peony & Honeysuckle chuckle
at my vain command to STOP!
Then I go and spend a quiet moment with the roses.