The native garden woke up finally. Cold temperatures and no rain told it to sleep in this year, but now it is here. Because of the weather there was no transplanting from the fields, by the looks of it, that was a good thing, there is not much room left.
What I absolutely love about this garden is that the wild life loves it to. It feeds the birds and the wild hare (brush rabbits) find cover in it yet do not distribute a single plant. Snakes and chipmunks call it home as do the Western Boreal Toads. It took years to create, transplanting from the field could only be done just after a rain with several cool days to follow so that the plants could adjust. One plant, the wild rose, was the hardest and took years to take hold. I would hide its tender beginnings under just enough cover to help it out.
This year it bloomed for the first time with many more to come. The years of waiting were a gift, teaching me patience and making me remember why this native garden it here. I wanted to live life in harmony with the land this time. I have had several gardens that took years to plant and mature in the city, this garden in the country was the hardest to start and now the easiest to take care of.
Waiting for this lone first rose will mark this year in my memory forever, so many years slip away, it is this kind of moment that helps me to remember, the year, the place I find myself in, the moment... I won't forget my first wild rose.
{Oh, I forgot to mention the bees love the garden too, who knew a garden would bring so many new friends to my front door?}
To gardens wild and tame and the friends they invite onto our land...
~ Deb
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