The weather has turned to full on autumn, so I thought I would like to take one last look at the beauty that surrounds me here at my home. I was inspired by a few blogging friends and a promise I made to share this picture. Some days it feels as if the damage mankind has done to the planet will never be repaired, then I look outside and see what we create isn’t as resilient as what was intended to be here. This plant is growing in a parking area next to the road, the tiny space between the power pole and the black top was just enough for this to take root and thrive.
And yet look what is growing between the building and the sidewalk, a small sumac. A sumac grows from the root systems not from seeds, so that means the roots are under the paving of the parking area seeking a spot to sprout from
All around the building and the parking area I found signs of nature poking through the concrete and black top. We aren’t able to kill everything off no matter how hard we may try.
This parking area has been paved for more than 40 years, yet look how life can still survive when given the slightest bit of sunlight reaching down through a crack.
Of course it’s not just greenery that still thrives. We have been finding caterpillars everywhere. We call these Woolly Bears, but they are really Isabella Tiger Moth Caterpillar. I am tempted to bring one indoors to let the little ones watch it spin it’s cocoon.
We didn’t see many Monarch’s this year nor ladybugs, I spotted only 2 ladybugs all season. But we spotted plenty of other insects. Our bird house was a cheap one a neighbor had gotten from a craft store, the bottom fell off, thankfully after the babies were hatched and flying. This was home to chickadees. To think without hands a tiny bird could put together such a woven nest amazes me. I have repaired the bird house, leaving the nest intact hoping they will return again next year.
Keeping the little one from picking “mushrooms” has proven to be impossible. I just make sure she washes her hands and doesn’t touch her face in the meantime. And if you remember the story of the dinosaur eggs, she buried them in the nest of dirt in a found cup which caused them to become compost. I never had to raise any dinosaurs at least not this year.
We’ve seen an abundance of snakes this year, Recently they have crossed the path that leads to the gardens. This has only been happening in the last few weeks, and taken me by complete surprise to the point where I have almost run over them. Luckily, none of them are poisonous.
And I think it will be a long time before the little ones forget this was the summer they learned to climb trees.
While I love the lake and can’t imagine living too far from it, it is this field that has become my sanctuary. I will need to say goodbye to it for a few months, but I know it will be waiting for me come spring. Where do you call your sanctuary?
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” ~~ Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass.