Late afternoon, walking home from preschool, my daughter asked me if we could please spend more time outside. Well, anyone who has read my blog before knows just how tickled I was by the request! When we got home I dragged the fireplace out of storage and we lit our first fire. It was tough going, the wood still being damp, but we did manage to get it started and it burned warm as my daughter and I picked dandelion blooms to dry for infusing our first dandelion oil.
The end of our plot has a little wooded area. This is the 3rd summer in our home and since most of the work we had done was on the garden beds and flower beds, we had left the woods untouched, only to be played in a bit, crunching some leaves when fall came. Another reasons we hadn’t attacked it yet is because half of the trees are dead. They will need to be cut down and right now, the brittle branches are more of a hazard than an attraction. But this summer, we decided to really venture in.
How amazed were we at what we found : Trout lilies, covered in leaves, unable to flower. Ostrich ferns, in our yard! Also buried under decomposing leaves. How amazing will it be to watch them multiply and have them feed us in spring little by little in the coming years. And a whole stand of wild raspberries, hidden under grass debris, waiting to be let out into the sun, hopefully healthy enough to bear fruit. My daughter returned to snuggle in a blanket by the fire, excited by the prospect of foraging for food in HER woods. It was a wonderful moment of discovery.
During this time, my peaceful little Buddha of a boy roamed the grounds, picking blades of grass, giggling at birds stopping by our feeders. And it was while retrieving him under the apple trees that I noticed the tiny little bloom buds, promising breath taking beauty in the days to come.
Life is a wonderful thing.