Day 12 Belonging

Everyone has a space in my garden, even punk-art Aegopodium, but I try to keep that space small-ish.

I’m thinking about the current discussion about birthright citizenship. What it is like to not feel like one belongs in either the country of one’s birth or the country of your parents because one does not speak the language, know the smells, or have familiarity with the customs?

Some things in Nature don’t care. Pollen doesn’t care. Seeds will sprout and thrive wherever they have the opportunity. One of my favorite things? Volunteer plants in sidewalk cracks and on building structures. A good reminder that human work is an answer but not the only answer on what can exist here.

Seed on the Wind