The rest of the land is woods that border on protected green space. Together, they become part of what I call the larger garden – nature. Nature, just being left alone. But, that does not mean it is static. Anything but.
In every season, I love trying to capture its dynamism with a camera, as I did recently. Come walk with me.
During winter, the larger garden mirrors my built gardens in some ways. Both are spare, bony, more spacious with no leaves to fatten trees. The scene: decay, broken limbs, fallen trees, peeling bark, stumps that squirrels have turned into dining tables holding acorn shells and mushrooms. Amid the decay, there is a certain chaotic energy, perfect examples of nature's random power.
Decay is not the only feature in this garden. Some of my favorites live here, too: stones. And, there also are mosses (Here's my earlier post on mosses), the perfect evergreens . . .
. . . and Christmas ferns that get their name from leaflets that resemble little boots.
Signaling spring, skunk cabbage pops up all over, as in this sky-reflecting stream.
Nature's art is everywhere. Roots atop the ground show where we get the idea of growing bonsai with roots exposed.
As I ended the walk, I vowed to pay more visits to these woods. Too often, I'm so busy working in my built garden, I neglect to appreciate nature's larger garden, one which asks nothing, requires no maintenance. Punctuating that thought, here's what I saw as I left the woods, looking to the sky.
It's been a pleasure walking with you. I hope you'll join me next time.