The Great Lawn Returns

Nature knows how to rock the house. Being a plant geek makes it easier to see. There is so much going on in my lawn, I failed to notice all the violets until yesterday. I am still half blind and they just started blooming, I think.

I continue to be amazed at how little editing needs doing in the meadow gardens, so I wandered over to Bulbarella's ridge top garden next door and spent two hours editing over there. It can use some good editing. The maintenance gardener has conquered some ground, he can move on.

The lawn is another matter. There is no conquering. This really is not of my doing. There is no editing, only whacking. I have added some bulbs. Nature is responsible for everything else. Waves of the tiniest spring blooms in purple, white, yellow and blue sweep across the lawn, meadows and forest floors as the Great Lawn returns.

The diversity of life is mind boggling.

In many respects the Great Lawn is the entire ground of lawn, meadow and forest. The only difference is when, how, even if I mow things down. The plant life swirls throughout them with no recognition of borders. Nature is painting now.

There was also plenty sitting with the million dollar view. This no editing needed has arrived at the perfect time. By one, a multi-day wave of cool and wet was incoming.