Your observations remind me of how easily we can overlook the edges where chaos thrives. Sometimes, it’s at these fringes where life’s most compelling stories unfold. Maybe there’s a certain wildness that refuses to be tamed, challenging our sense of order. Your commitment to these untamed spaces could be a subtle act of defiance against the encroaching uniformity. Keep wielding that chainsaw like a brushstroke against monotony.
On a small piece of land, the margins are exactly where I have given back to the wild. It does require a walk through now and then to see that a limb or such has fallen, and I am so appreciative for the wildlife that has returned..
I do leave them but I move them off the path. One of my neighbors emailed an article to me about leaving a portion of land untouched and commented that I was ahead of my time. I told her about being a backyard steward!
Your observations remind me of how easily we can overlook the edges where chaos thrives. Sometimes, it’s at these fringes where life’s most compelling stories unfold. Maybe there’s a certain wildness that refuses to be tamed, challenging our sense of order. Your commitment to these untamed spaces could be a subtle act of defiance against the encroaching uniformity. Keep wielding that chainsaw like a brushstroke against monotony.
On a small piece of land, the margins are exactly where I have given back to the wild. It does require a walk through now and then to see that a limb or such has fallen, and I am so appreciative for the wildlife that has returned..
Great, Seth! But leave the fallen branches to return to the soil, feed arthropods and help give critters places to hide.
I do leave them but I move them off the path. One of my neighbors emailed an article to me about leaving a portion of land untouched and commented that I was ahead of my time. I told her about being a backyard steward!
Love it!
Sorry to hear about the woodpecker.