I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
We never heard back about the broken central air which I had to repair myself, but apparently the time could be found to send contractors to scythe down almost every green thing on the property. There was a mulberry tree in the back yard which I had been enjoying as it fruited. Now it's a naked raw stump in a buzz-cut of brown stubble. A rose-tree in our driveway had been nodding its green shade against my office window and reaching its leaves up to the casement in the bathroom and it's gone, too. Nothing is left in the back except the lilac which looks crisped and desolate and some thin ornamental with the yew trees in the front. We weren't warned. The house doesn't look landscaped, it looks slaughtered. I had seen squirrels and birds in the mulberry. I had just taken some pictures of our wild yard and ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch had taken some pictures of me in it. The black swallow-wort they could uproot any time, but I had been photographing that rose for almost three years now, growing like a metaphor from the cracks in the concrete gutter.
spatch had taken some pictures of me in it. The black swallow-wort they could uproot any time, but I had been photographing that rose for almost three years now, growing like a metaphor from the cracks in the concrete gutter.
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“Oh, don’t you remember the garden grove,
Where once we used to walk?
Go pick the finest flower of them all,
It will wither to a stalk.
But looking away from that and towards regeneration -- packets of seeds and bulbs? Mulch? Any small acts of defiance you and your friends can perform?
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It was very green around our house and now it's not!
Go pick the finest flower of them all,
It will wither to a stalk.
You got it.
But looking away from that and towards regeneration -- packets of seeds and bulbs? Mulch? Any small acts of defiance you and your friends can perform?
I collected some hips from a beach rose we passed while out walking this evening and hid them under the soil where the rose-tree used to be. I don't know their chances in this heat, but it seemed worth the shot. Wildflower seeds have also occurred to me. I don't know what I can do about the trees.
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I love this. Proper tribute, proper prayer. They may come up. I hope they do.