My Wild Garden

Gardens at home should be weeded, tended, and manicured to some extent. At least mine requires that. So, a garden in the mountains is refreshingly simple and fun to enjoy. Native ferns, a shrub oak, lupines, and clovers grow with grasses along the cabin's edge. A bank of wild strawberry plants grow on the east side, thick and wild. Their tiny berries are no larger than my littlest fingernail. A wild rose shrub stands nearby, gracing us with soft, pink roses and then nutrient rich rose hips. Varieties of lavender from the valley below are planted the native plants, seemingly thriving through cold winters and hot summers and surviving elk and deer which nibble most every other plant from home, but don't like the astringent fragrance of lavender. Antlers found on the woodland floor, lava rock, basalt, dead wood, and other found objects are displayed with plants in a reckless and casual manner. Feathers from crows, wild turkeys, and grouse, when found, are stuck into a flower pot, waving to all who enter the front door. Little care and lots of pleasure. God is good.