If you were a bug this would be the Amazon rain forest. For my cat Betos it’s a place to hide and hang out and meditate. For me it’s a bountiful cornucopia of fecundity. For my neighbors it’s probably a reason to be annoyed.
I do think I need to thin it out a little, clear a path to the street, but it bothers me to pull out anything that’s green and growing. There are hundreds of sunflowers here, self planted, so I guess some pruning would be ok.
The Indian Blankets are blanketing the jungle, yellow, orange and green. Some of them have already dropped their petals and exposed their ball of seeds ready to fall or be eaten by the sparrows.
Morning Glories are trying to climb up among the tangled Vetch and unfurl but the morning is slow to come under this heavy cloud cover.
Small yellow flowers of some unknown species loiter among the towering sunflowers.
The Mountain Laurel has already blossomed and put its seeds in a leathery grey case. Later they will open and release their bright red seeds, hard as marbles, and try to start a family in the dirt.
The False Day flower appears like a fairy princess wrapped in her shy cowling, or maybe it’s Tom Bombidil.
Thank God, or if you’re Mayan Chac Mool, for the recent rains. It does seem handy to have a specialty rain god. We’ve had some downpours and the jungle is bursting with fresh growth That makes me happy.
I think I must be half plant. Or maybe half Green Man of Celtic lore. His image was carved into medieval churches back in the 13th and 14th century all up and down England and Ireland. He’s found throughout Europe and even the Near East in ancient times. His origins are lost to history, but he seems to represent an ancient being, primordial, the male form of Mother Nature, Robin Hood, Dionysus maybe.
He’s also goes by Jack in the Green, John Barleycorn, Herne of the Hunt, the Green Knight among other names. He’s Tom Bombadil in the Lord of the Rings but he gets short shrift for the Kings and the swords and the armies and the battles dominate that tale.
Tom Bombadil is immune to the corrupting power of the One Ring. Being at one with all Nature, he sees the epic struggles of the created world as mere play. That’s how it goes.
I’m trying to get there
thanks to Bonobo for the music ‘Flashlight’
The wild jungle of my front yard and Tom Bombadil