Gardening

A few weeks ago, I walked through the low field that swoops up to meet the edge of the forest past our little stream, Crooked Run.  This field changes throughout the year, filling with goldenrod in fall, abloom with elder in the spring. Right now, I’m looking for those little elder bushes that push their way through this soggy ground.   Elders are special.  Their name implies that.  Their umbrellas of huge leaves and overloaded flowers, heavy with pollinators shows us that.  The little deer beds that show up underneath my elders, the empty umbels that once were full [...]