A year ago, they put a large gas line through the right of way behind my house. Big track hoes came in and cleared a hundred foot pathway, taking down trees and stripping everything bare. The pipe was buried six to eight foot deep! They were very careful not to disturb the little creek that runs across just behind me. When they were done they seeded the main areas with grass and clover. The wet area below me was covered with a large fiber mat that must have had wild flower seeds in it. They grew and bloomed last summer and this year they are back blooming everywhere. These are some photos I took this morning.
It always amazes me how beautiful wild flowers appear along the roads and highways. Even thistles produces a flower second to none. Perhaps we should expand the definition of flowers for our garden. We work so hard to make our flowers grow, while nature’s flowers seem to grow effortlessly. I think we should all get back to growing effortlessly!
Simply walking through the woods is an experience of natural poetry. Essentially all of creation is a poetry of sorts. I love seeing the different flowers and the cycle of life in the growth and decay all around me as I walk. See if you also can feel the poetry of rhyming perfection that nature brings as you view these photos of my walk at Cain Creek Park in Union County, North Carolina.