I am trying my best to show my love for this land as well...lavender for the bees, new herbs to add to those already here and a blue hammock tucked away among the Douglas Fir trees. But my additions really are unnecessary -- after all, how does one improve upon perfection? Perhaps the best thing I can do is just appreciate and care for the gifts we have been given, send out love to those who came before us, and share these gifts with all who visit.
One of the very fun things about moving into a well-loved house is discovering all of those previous acts of love. Especially when it comes to the garden: the rose bushes hidden among the blackberry bushes, the bird houses scattered throughout the garden, the brilliant purple iris that emerges on a grey day, the absolute joy of peonies, the fruit trees and the guessing game that comes with that (I know it’s a cherry tree...but what kind of cherry? What kind of pear? What kind of apple? What kind of grapes?) -- and, of course, a giant tractor tire filled with rhubarb.
But the previous owner isn’t the only who has shown this land some love -- Mother Nature has been very generous in providing her gifts as well. Today I found a bright pink wildflower and scoured the internet in order to identify what kind of flower it was (a lathyrus latifolius -- an everlasting pea!). I also identified my first narrow-leaf plantain. I saw a neon green bee and a fuzzy striped bumblebee with orange pollen pants, I stepped on wild mint and happily inhaled its fragrance. I picked daisies in remembrance of my sweet mom and used wild garlic in my cooking. And as I look out on a field full of happy yellow flowers, tomorrow I might just try my hand at making Dandelion wine! Such an abundance of beautiful gifts! I am awed. To quote Jane Austen here, Mother Nature “couldn’t have bestowed her kindness on a more grateful subject.”
Hello! My name is Pam Reynolds Baker and I am a mom/wife, English teacher, writer, and lavender farmer who lives in Dundee Oregon .