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Nature. Wild & untouched. Photographing it, preserving it, taking walks & drinking in the landscapes as they unfold.

Gardens. Touched by loving hands. Cultivated, nurtured. Drinking in those landscapes is wonderful, as well.

In my garden one enjoys some of both. Generally unpruned & wild, my plants reshape the garden as they grow. Beyond its borders, natives from the Santa Monica Mtns. await. Oaks with their shady canopies. Cactus & Sage in the sun.

And always there are animal creatures to join in the fun.

I look forward to sharing some of my experiences with you as they unfold.

Friday, February 18, 2011

NowhereVille


I woke up this morning remembering the blue flowers of the prairie from my days as a young girl in the Midwest. I was just a free spirit with my hair hanging long.  How I hated to see the bulldozers come and uproot the meadow!  It made me cry.  They'd stop work and leave their gold-colored bulldozers sitting there in the middle of a field of devastation.  Trees, bushes, grasses in front of it.. dirt and more dirt behind.

They are busy making something where there is nothing.. from their point of view.  Making houses and sidewalks where there is nothing.. nothing but prairie that is.. prairies teaming with life! I looked on.. story continues..story continues ..

4 comments:

  1. Sad story. I've cried at the sound of timber cutting behind my home. My children cried years later when another timber company cut down their grape vine tree. They put a sign on it, "Please don't take me." the tree was soon gone.
    nellie

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  2. That's heartbreaking!! I know how your kids felt. What do we have to do?

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  3. I, too, miss Midwestern prairies.

    So sorry we didn't have a chance to meet... tweet-up;)

    Alice
    aka Alice's Garden Travel Buzz

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  4. We have kindred spirits that way then. Hope you get to travel to the Prairies again soon.

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