Thursday, August 19, 2004

I think I understand part of the emotional appeal of manifest destiny, slash and burn, man over nature, my house my castle, my yard my kingdom, now that the back yard spooky forest is opened up, the mulberries down. I need to go back and talk to the trees we killed, honor their lives, but those mulberries will require some doing, for all the messes they've made in the yard over the years. My failed herb garden last year, replaced by stealth mulberry seeds. Dicots still all look like dicots to me when they first sprout, and I thought I hit the mother load, 110% propogation. Sadly, no. On the plus side, for the environment, the mulberries had effectively created a monoculture. Now I have almost a whole geography to enrich. No more looking through garden plans, only to realize the futility of growing anything other than ferns and mushrooms. And only to have those torn up by marauding dogs.The whole process of reclamation will take another three to five years, but I will still look out off the back deck, morning coffee in hand, and see the potential. 1:43:08 PM