Sunday, July 11, 2010


A few days ago an envying client said to me, “ How nice to weed all day and let your mind wander.”
I had just been weeding for hours, tiring of the tape-loop of worried and complaining thoughts circling in my head like a caged hamster on his wheel. I smiled though, not letting on. I’m sure if she had to do the rounds of her clients and then go home to weed she might have a different idea about this mindless task. I can agree with her that there is something delightfully mindless about weeding. But after an hour or two. A day or two. A week or two mindlessness becomes a mind-numbing bore.
When I start feeling this way, it invariably happens each July, I know it’s time to pack up and head to the mountains and my favorite garden Tucquala Meadows where I don’t need to weed. Unless you considered taking snapshots of wildflowers “weeding”.
There is something about the careful observation of a wildflower that is the antithesis of weeding. Here’s a sampler of what I saw:

Rosy twisted stalk ( Streptopus lanceolatus var curvipes )

Redwood violet ( Viola sempervirens )

Broadleafed mimner's lettuce ( Claytonia cordifolia )

Star Solomon's Seal ( Maianthemum stellatum )

Mountain strawberry ( Fragaria virginiana )

Western meadow rue ( Thalictrum occidentale )

Bunchberry ( Cornus unalaschkensis )

Tall bluebells ( Mertensia paniculata )

Mountain Heliotrope ( Valeriana sitchensis )

Checker lily ( Fritillaria affinis )

Western bistort ( Polygonum bistortoides )

Spreading phlox ( Phlox diffusa )

Western dog violet ( Viola adunca )

Bog candle ( Platanthera dilatata var. dilatata )

Coastal larkspur ( Delphinium menziesii )