Gardening

Where the Wild Strawberries Hide

 

I live in a place now where the wind blows almost nonstop, salt crystals form on the windows seemingly overnight and metal rusts and corrodes at the speed of light.

Believe me, I’m not complaining.  Its a short walk to the beach where the white sand stretches either way for miles and the sky is ever changing.

Where a young man kicks off his boots and heads to the water.

Where the sun is a ball of fire off the water many afternoons when I look outside my window.

And the moon reflects its beauty from even as far away as my house.

And begs me to come out and view it in the windy evening air.

Where a lowly seagull becomes a thing of immense beauty in the light of the setting sun.

And a winter snow dusting turns everything to a fairy tale land.

But when gardening I’m learning a new game.  I love to use native plants and no where I’ve ever lived seems to beg for them more.  So I’m keeping my eyes open to discover what plants can live and even thrive in this harsh but beautiful landscape.

Wild Yarrow

 

Ferns
Manzanita
Red Clover

And everybody’s favorite:

Wild Strawberries

I’m collecting seeds as the flowers turn brown along the roads and paths and I’m collecting various half dead stragglers to give them a proper home.  Many of which I have no idea what they are called.

The soil around my house is mostly sand of course so I’ve already got a pretty good compost pile going in a corner of the yard where the dog can’t get into it.  I grind all my leftover produce in the food processor to help speed things up and heap on any dead leaves I can harvest from my yard and the empty lot next door.

This won’t be an instant garden.  It will take years but I want to combine my favorites with the plants that belong here.  I feel I owe it to them. When we hike I see how the bluffs where we live must have once looked before the bulldozers came through in the name of Pat Boone.  They flattened the landscape and  sectioned the land into lots.  People came, bought and built houses and they named it Bayshore Beach Club.  Its an amazing place to live but nature deserves to be allowed back in.

I’ll never achieved anything as beautiful as the untouched land that’s still is available thanks to the many parks we have in the area.  But I can do my part to bring back to Bayshore a little bit of what nature meant it to be.