Nature Loves A Mess. Don’t Interfere
A poem/thought.
Just a reminder that
tidiness is unnatural
You are not meant
to (always) be in control
If you don't sweep
birds come for the seeds
If you don't weed
you get more bees
Let flowers die
you get more in the spring
Be careful where you exert your will
You know not (often) what you do
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This morning I sat outside in the cold and watched the wind blow around leaves I haven’t raked up. A bird I had never seen before came to flick them off the ground and eat whatever was underneath. It occurred to me that tidy people might cut down on that birds food supply and decided I was happy to be messy. I have a hard time weeding because the bees like the weeds. I have a hard time gardening because the squirrels and rabbits become my adversaries. I find I am more and more loathe to interfere with natural processes. Just a thought.
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