|daisy flea-bane in my corner meadow|
I have to remind myself that I was once a poet, a reader of novels, a journal keeper and letter writer. These days, I consume online media and follow people on Twitter. My Facebook feed is now dominated by news sites.
But at least there's gardening to ground me, to remind me that while bureaucracies grind on ever so slowly and political systems resist real change, the seasons cycle and magically regenerate.
|spring rain on my backyard herb and flower beds|
|aloe veras flowering above a cousin's ceramic art|
Yes, I believe in citizen involvement and in doing what one can to make the world a better, more equitable place, but in these first few months of 2014, I have learned again how difficult it is to achieve that goal. So I find comfort in my garden, in remembering we are destined to be gardens, whether we are pushing up carefully tended turf or daisy flea-bane in a corner meadow.
|corner meadow with quaking grass, clover, daisy flea-bane|
|We found this turtle in a lot next door; a day or two later, I found either the same one or another one in my meadow patch.|
|Large bee fly with its proboscis buried in a wood geranium growing in my meadow patch. Read about it here: http://www.fs.fed.us/wildflowers/pollinators/pollinator-of-the-month/bee_flies.shtml. This was a tiny guy. Those flowers are about 1/4 inch in diameter.|
|metallic green bee on daisy flea-bane|
|wasp on daisy flea-bane|
|honeybee resting on daisy flea-bane|
|small-headed fly on daisy flea bane--Read about small headed flies here: http://bugguide.net/node/view/7016|
|another, more ordinarily-shaped fly, on daisy flea-bane|
|My corner meadow surprises me with four-leaf clovers and many other riches of the plant and animal world.|