There’s something beautiful about letting nature take it’s course. We live in town, so we don’t let our yard get completely out of control. We’ve also been under drought conditions for the past couple of years, so outdoor watering is extremely limited. The few plants we do have are native so they’re thriving just fine. In fact, they’re all flowering. The lawn that was sort of existent when we purchased our house is now patches of grass with lots of green weeds. I consider it faux lawn.
The back of our property extends down to a creek. The hill is too steep for me to navigate by myself since I got my new knees so I haven’t been down there. I don’t know why I can climb Enchanted Rock, but I can’t traverse a grassy hillside. Anyway, the section beyond our immediate backyard is completely untamed. My yard-work-adverse husband starts out each season trying to stay on top of the vegetation, but a few good rains and it’s a lost cause. It’s a daunting task as the diverse weed population cycle through their individual growing seasons.
I discovered this year that we have two growing seasons of wild flowers (aka native weeds that flower). There is the early season that feature the famous bluebonnets and Texas paintbrush. They are spectacular. As the bluebonnets and paintbrush start to fade, the next wave of wild flowers make their entrance: Indian blanket, greenthread, winecup, and square-bud primrose. We’ve had several of these make their appearance in our wild back section! Right now our neighbors have a stunning array in their fields.
So what’s my point? There is beauty all about us! We don’t need to have manicured, architecturally landscaped gardens to enjoy the abundance of beauty about us. The tenacious lone weed pushing up through the crack in the pavement, the small patch of color amidst the mass of tangled green or dried grass, the bulbs that burst forth in the oddest of places are there as a surprising delight.
Nature doesn’t worry of it’s color palette matches or if the adjoining plant distracts or complements. All those people who come to the Texas Hill Country to view the wild flowers don’t care one whit that they’re actually viewing weeds! Nature’s beauty is spontaneous. It is what it is. If only we humans had that kind of acceptance for ourselves.