While I’m busy not going anywhere, below my feet, down on the ground, there there are insects journeying through the weedy jungle of our garden, in and among the weeds sprouting up on the patio.
What I call ‘weeds’ are really wildflowers, pollen-givers, insect-enablers. Last year, we left our lawn unmowed until August and loved the havoc of wildflowers plaited inside the tall grass.
Daisies grew bigger and bolder, reinventing themselves as they were left unchecked.
The growing season is now, once again, upon us. Nature will soon surge forward as we humans are locked inside. Already the weeds and wildflowers are coming up from below.
What’s below your feet?