I've gone native! Now
when I plan for next year’s garden, my mind’s eye no longer drifts to a
specimen from a faraway place or a new cultivar limited to only a few
customers. Instead, I dream of Joe-Pye-Weed
and black-eyed Susans and the joy of another native spring ephemeral. I plan bee houses and bug hotels. I let my leaves and plant stalks stand, and I
rejoice at the site of a dragonfly or a new bee.
My conversion didn’t come overnight.
It crept up on me gradually and was scarcely
It came from rereading Sara
Stein and Rachel Carson and from the words of Douglas Tallamy and from
listening to David Suzuki.
It came as I
looked at my garden and yard, my local area, my city, through their eyes and
realized what had been lost. My local ecosystem had been converted to asphalt
plains and plants that didn’t belong. Alien plants, sidewalks, paved roads and
shopping plazas covered all that once was native and natural. How had this
happened? How many species had been lost? Was the original ecosystem forever gone?
At first I complained and lamented that governments and
damned capitalists were allowing our natural resources to slip away. The blame for the situation rested squarely
on the shoulders of a populace that did not care. Letters to an MP, snippy tweets and interruptions
into casual conversations were my modus operandi. I pointed out to all and sundry that others
were ruining what was once the glory and abundance of the natural scene.
Soon, I said, there will be no space for wildlife at
all. The natural flora and fauna will be
gone forever, I said. And it’s all the
fault of the non-thinking public, I said.
The public has allowed this to happen, I said.
And then, like a slap on the side of my head, I realized
that I am the public. What happens to the local ecosystem is up to
me. Now with clear eyes, I reviewed my
garden. I saw the expensive aliens, the
must-have cultivars, and the collection of plants from wherever that I had
insinuated into the piece of the environment that I controlled. I noted the
lack of any habitat for critters and creatures, and I was ashamed.
So…. I am doing my best to restore a sense of place to my
garden. I am welcoming back the life
that once belonged in this space. I’ve