Unlike so many folks, I think of my garden as much more than the little raised beds we have planted and tended to. Our veggie garden is like the Milky Way and our front garden is more like the Universe. Well, sort of. Anyway, the front garden is actually just the front lot of our property and it is filled with all sorts of fascinating bits. Previous owners decorated it with farming rubbish and slowly, the land has reclaimed those spaces. I am continually amazed at the junk art collection we have amassed simply through clearing the invasive plants out of the “garden.” Yesterday, I wandered around with Josh’s big artsy-fartsy camera (Canon EOS 40D, for all you camera snobs) with the telescope variety long-as-my-arm lens which has a nifty little glare-reducing cap. I gotta tell you… with the right camera, we’re all genius photographers. Using that camera makes me very proud of what I have accomplished with my itty bitty Samsung.
Enough about cameras! The point here is that eventually nature overtakes, perhaps not in a Frogs (1972) kind of way but certainly in a picture-above manner. I am very impressed at the resilience of my garden in particular. No doubt it sustained considerable abuse from its former (long ago) owner, who I picture as the-hills-have-eyes type in bib overalls pouring out used oil, tossing old tractor tires, and lugging broken plow blades into the green lush that is our upper lot. In FernGully fashion, I feel sure that the wildlife watched with sad eyes as the trees soaked up the toxins from that farmer’s waste and perhaps plotted revenge (oh, I do hope). And what is left of that farmer? Well, his buildings were long ago lost to kudzu, his land is now divided, and while I cannot speak for the land owners around us — we are trying to undo as much damage as we can.
Soon, we’ll plant a legume ground covering which we will turn under as green manure. We hope to rebuild the soil and allow the natural beauty of our front lot to show through without garbage from previous owners or the choking vines from invasive plants.
My fellow tree huggers (this is a compliment, y’all), I want to know about your experiences with pollution. I want to know the most polluted city you’ve ever been to, how you recycle, the parks you have cleaned up, the most beautiful natural garden you have ever seen, and how you are working to change the world. Do tell. I love your stories. I really, really do.