The girls and I planted our bulbs around a maple we planted when we first moved here. I’m eager for spring to see the beautiful tall flowers come up, if we’re still here.
I didn’t realize how attached I am to this project. It’s really stressing me out to think someone might come in and completely disregard all we’ve done here. The guilds dot the landscape and without their trees, they likely won’t make sense to most conventional thinkers. Or maybe that’s where I’m falling short – in my faith in other humans to appreciate this land, no matter how small, as a part of something larger. If they can appreciate Grandmother Maple, they can learn to appreciate the fertile ground beneath each guild.
