prairie point

Next Sunday is International Rock-Flipping Day. Spread the word.

School starts today around here. It’s beginnng to feel just a little bit like fall. And that makes me feel like gardening again.

So much of the stuff I brought with me from my blackland prairie garden just withered up and died out here. The stuff that did not die is spread rather thin in this big space. The wet weather really brought out the grass and weeds and then it got too hot to be out much.

So right now my garden looks like little more than a weedy rockpile.

Which makes it all the more remarkable that no less than three acquaintances have asked me to advise them on landscaping. Two want advice on adding plants to a front yard and the third needs a plan for a 100-foot square public space that is mostly bare dirt. Plus a local ladies club has asked me to give a talk on landscaping with native plants.

And these are all people who have seen my yard!

I don’t know who is in more trouble, me or them.

Let me reassure you that I am not going to get a swelled head over all this attention though. I fully realize that my main qualification is that I work cheap. Like for free. And people are just impressed because I know the Latin names for plants.