Where Minds and Gardens Grow

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hollyhock

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As I go between meetings on the Western Washington University Campus in Bellingham, Washington, I can’t help but admire the work of the stewards of the gardens and landscape, as well as some of the four legged visitors.  These are iPhone photos, taken on the run.

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cornflower and pollinator
officially a weed but lovely nonetheless
officially a weed but lovely nonetheless
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hollyhock

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rose garden outside Old Main after a shower
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rose garden
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geranium outside the Academic Instructional Center
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hedge of ornamental grasses near the Rec Center
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Hollyhock seed pods
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blackberries sneak in here and there
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ornamental hedge berries
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geranium
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nigella seed pods
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Queen Anne’s Lace with its “bruised” center

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zinnia patch

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Let Them Be Left

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What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and wildness?
Let them be left,O let them be left, wildness and wet,
Long live the weeds and the wildness yet.
~Gerard Manley Hopkins from “Inversnaid”

 

Maybe I identify with weeds as I too have grown a bit “excessive” in mid-life, growing unnecessarily and a bit fluffier than I need be.  Maybe I admire their ability to thrive where they land, resilient through all sorts of trials and deprivation.  Certainly they deserve appreciation for their wildly unique characteristics and their perfect imperfections.  Once I get to know them,  their beauty brings me joy.

I can only hope I too can be left,  my over-proliferation shown grace, my greediness granted mercy.

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In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect.
~Alice Walker

 

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…if the simple things in nature have a message you understand,
Rejoice, for your soul is alive.
~Eleanora Duse

 

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Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.
~A. A. Milne

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…make no mistake:  the weeds will win; nature bats last.
~Robert M. Pyle

 

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The Gift of a Fencerow

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Brushy fencerows are in a sense a gift from man to nature — at least if, after the posts are dug in and the fence stapled to the posts, nature is given some free reign. Birds sitting on the fence and posts will pass undigested seeds in their droppings. Some of these seeds of blackberry, wild cherry, elderberry, bittersweet, sassafras, mulberry, and unfortunately, in some areas, multiflora rose, will take root in the loose soil around the posts and later in soil dug up by woodchucks. Chipmunks scurrying along the fence will bring and bury acorns and hickory nuts, while the wind will deliver dandelion, milkweed, and thistle seeds — all ingredients for a healthy fencerow.
~David Kline from Great Possessions

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