this acre is pretty much divided in two by the house in the middle.  the sides are identified by me as the front and the back.  most everyone who passes by, inhabitants of the hood, think of it as opposite.  early, i went out in the front and brought down the majority of the kochia,  the very strong, but very opportunistic weed that will take over.   some of the stalks were as big as my wrist.  most a broom handle width.    then, surveying it all,  thinking about how this year has gone so far, thinking about sometime soon leaving August behind,  the BirthandDeath month,  about entering into a new winter,  i evaluated what i'd done, in 2011. 

instead of insisting on certain things, aside from planting the vegetables in the raised beds,   i just  left it alone.  i wanted, "once and for all",  to understand something about this acre that has taken me a long time to even define as an intelligent question.   for a long time, i have not been able to understand what, at least to me, the difference is between sustainable and self~sustaining.    Wendy will catch this as something i was interested in on her blog, now Grace and Mending and Deb G will recognize this too.   the abnormal winter and then spring and now summer have helped make this experiment possible as the "usual" wouldn't work anyway. 

so…self~sustaining.   IF i were no longer here,  what would continue without me?  what, of the many trees, bushes, vines, etc.  that i have planted on the original flat sand only empty acre would Continue?  everything i have planted has been considered "native".   but what i have come to understand over the years is that native needs to be native to a particular environment.  yes,  all DO grow in New Mexico, but some, actually, most, only in very specific small ecosystems.  rocky soil, sandy soil, disturbed soil, clay, coliche,  arroyos, bosque and on.     all the variables have not come into play, but a wide array have, this year.  extreme cold/extreme wind/delayed seasons/extreme heat.  so i know a little more and have more "to go on" now.

and out under the Vitex, the Chaste Tree, that had seemed dead in the spring but then has sent up new shoots, something caught my peripheral vision.  just a slight movement.  i really had to look all over.  but here she was nestled deep within the unwanted weeds:

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a very healthy strong first year clump of       Side Oat Grama

i could not believe my luck!  once growing,  she will  Continue.  she will over time fling off her seeds and sooner or later, one or some will find the perfect crack in the sand and live.  Side Oat Grama are self~sustaining.  totally.   and i thought about the native grasses.   there is a wonderful book on them by the  Agricultural Experimental Station at New Mexico State.  to me, it reads like poetry.  almost like Rumi:

Inflorescence a panicle of spike like branches                                                                                                     disarticulating below the glumes                                                                                                                                          or                                                                                                                                                                                                        one flowered on very delicate sinuous stalk.                                                                                                                 floretes with a line of hairs on each nerve,  pedicelled spiklets,                                                                             well developed                                                                                                                                                                            about as large and broad as the sessile ones.                                                                                                                 nodes, short and hairy, copius and somewhat obscuring tall bluish glaucous,                                               oppressed hairs less than 3cm.

broad, not rhizomateous; anthers purple, tufted                                                                                                          extending beyond the point of attachment of the                                                                                                         terminal spikelet.                                                                                                                                                                   stems appearing more-or-less in linear progression, close together                                                                    with basal sheaths mostly flattened, ribbon like or                                                                                                   somewhat keeled.

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and her companion,  self planted.  self sustained. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

 

 

 

 

 

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37 responses to “still heavy with love, maybe more so”

  1. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    oh…how did THAT happen???

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  2. Michelle in NYC Avatar

    Dear Grace–Labor day, and I am completely lazy but twitching. you are breaking my heart again and again with these meditations on changing seasons. The abundance of the landscape, mirrored by the abundance of love in you. Sigh.

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  3. joe Avatar

    it is amazing how manifestations occur on their own. in their own time. on their own ground. isn’t it?
    namaste’

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  4. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    joe.
    yes it is. amazing.
    yes.
    namaste, ji

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  5. Valerianna Avatar

    I had a similar musing over at my blog a few posts ago, about how native plants aren’t necessarily going to thrive in my forest garden and I finally am pulling out plants that really would rather be somewhere more sunny… garden where you are, they say, and good advice that is.
    Lovely Rumi-esque grass writing, really, cool.

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  6. Suzanna Avatar

    I love all those plant words…my very very favorite is ‘glumes’…I had never run across it before and now I know it means “the ripe seed is surrounded by thin, dry, scaly bracts” or “a basal, membranous, outer sterile husk” Oh yikes, what words can do. I love it also that the Grama has appeared. Perhaps it is the self-sustaining Grandma. Somehow I would love to see ‘gloaming’ in there too.
    It has been a happy Labor Day of laboring here and in my weary giddiness I hope to not be sounding too wacky. xoxo Suzanna

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  7. Deb G Avatar

    Yes, I understand what you are wanting to know. The word naturalized comes to mind too. Not native but able to survive.

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  8. jude Avatar

    we, are part of the mix, although we seem invasive. i often try to consider where we fit it, as it is our “nature” to take over.

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  9. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    i don’t know how to
    do this
    in the body of the post
    to
    write it
    like poetry……..
    when i try to go to the next line
    it automatically skips a line???????????????
    any ideas??????????????

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  10. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    just a big mess of Love here……..

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  11. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    V…yes..i read that and thought about how it is
    similar to what i am experiencing here, it is a very
    real thing to work with
    grasses lend themselves to well to love letters

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  12. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    aren’t they wonderful, those words? i can just read
    them over and over…a kind of delerium sets in

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  13. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    another good thought, yes. naturalized. that would be
    the salt cedar

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  14. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    yes. we are very much oportunistic entities. it’s the
    taking over
    that is the issue
    maybe we just are unable to evolve beyond that

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  15. jude Avatar

    i have suspected that all along, save a few…

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  16. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    if it works out, i am eventually going to try my best
    to
    lure
    you
    to N. Cal. out in the boonys. they say there are a
    LOT of dye plants there. and even Glennis said once that
    it’s very very wonderful there.
    no where is without it’s challenges, but i think it’s a
    good place to
    take a stand

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  17. Tammy Avatar

    I’m thinking maybe type pad has some kind of a feature that allows you to justify the text left or right or center. Try justifying the text to the left. If that’s what you already do try typing the poem in another program like work or notepad and then cutting or copying it and then pasting into the text. Just a thought. I haven’t worked in typepad much except when posting to the Sew forum…. i’ll let you know if i figure it out ha. Either way it was still a beautiful poem and I thought you did that for emphasis ..haha ..:) have a lovely day!

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  18. handstories Avatar

    i would like to stand next to you and take all of this in. still thinking about your salt cedar.

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  19. manya Avatar
    manya

    yes, the Grama grandma gramma
    now that I wrote it, I saw gramma
    which means letter, in greek
    so it is
    a grama letter

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  20. manya Avatar
    manya

    it is a bit like Greece, isn’t it? only wider?

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  21. twhich aye Avatar

    ahhh… whenever i see open untouched fields, i almost always see ‘people’ walking through them on their way to somewhere long time ago… ghosts
    vines had taken over the little small house in the back… coming in through the ceiling… hanging down. so beautiful… to ME. sis and dad’s first action… grabbed clippers and started cutting. aAahHh! i felt hurt! knew it was not realistic to keep, but i wanted to enjoy their beauty (grace-ful lanky vines and little pink flowers) a little longer.
    there are beautiful ‘weeds’ here…

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  22. Deb G Avatar

    You know, the next classification is “noxious weeds.” 🙂

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  23. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    yes. noxious. NM State Ag puts our a yearly
    New Mexico Noxious Weeds calendar
    mostly it refers to things that are dangerous for
    livestock. but they do list two of my loved things…
    that salt cedar and Russian Olive trees. with these,
    i have to disagree.
    maybe i will create a Noxious Human Attitude Calendar

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  24. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    sister…i would let you know when i really need you…

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  25. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    manya…it is. but what we do NOT have is your SEA.
    we are landlocked. your Sea makes a different world.
    i still so want to come there. who knows………..

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  26. handstories Avatar

    and i’ll come running.

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  27. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    “lanky vines”…oh, i love the sound of lanky vines.
    i really really really and
    really
    like the sound of the Small House in the Back.
    and yes…they are pragmatic. but there is good in that
    too, aside from the pain seeing it…
    Bill, the person i work for and also a friend went crazy
    on the huge clump grass, Giant Secatons, at the beginning
    of the summer. i was upset. but i look at them now,
    their seed heads swishing, swirling in the wind and
    can see how they were “freed” from old growth….
    it’s a constant exchange, this Living stuff.
    i love you…

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  28. Wendy Avatar

    I’ve been thinking and thinking about your comments from yesterday. I still need to think more about them. But today, well, all I can think about is the vector for the side oats grama. Somebody who stopped by your place, because of what it offers now, somebody carrying it in their belly maybe. Maybe an ant. Maybe the wind. But not an accident that it made it there, not an accident that there was something there to pollinate it. And it makes me wonder how anybody ever got rid of native plants and grasses and insects in the first place, how the native landscape was ever so disrupted it gave way to a new ‘naturalized’ space. Really, it must have been one long and apparently full-time battle- maybe a counterinsurgency?- to keep native grasses and plants and trees and insects at bay.

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  29. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    James Taylor.
    and how was your first day?
    and i went to the hardware today and
    BOUGHT A BRAND NEW WHEELBARROW.
    BRAND NEW.
    i figure they can haul my carcass in it when the time comes, so money well spent.
    the old wheelbarrows all are so rickety and have at least
    a few pounds of cement lining them
    and the one i have been trying to keep using, with a
    flat tire of years and a screwed up “axle”
    this new one…oh…light as one of Jude’s feathers. it
    will soon have a flat tire too, from the goat heads, the
    spiked seeds of one of the Noxious Weeds, but…until then,
    JOY!!!!!!!!!!!
    and i ran into Cathy there, who i admire enormously, who
    writes an op ed column in the local papers on the “state
    of the world”…she’s of my persuasion, and i told her
    about my most recent angst and ………..wha…….her
    response was about how she really loves her St.Johns Wort.
    so, tho initially disappointed, i now, hours later, took
    it to be a sign that i am really doing ok. i am really
    EXPERIENCING stuff. like….oh jeez….who is the young
    thing that recently died, the singer???? am having a
    gap …..anyway…she said to her band…”ok…Run it.
    Run it Hard”……….so that would be me. but i have
    no band. but i am Runnin it Hard.
    so
    how was your first day?

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  30. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    Wendy…love these words as i love you and your world
    that you have shared…that Sacred Free Space along the
    railroad tracks.
    yes. an insurgency. and it’s Us. this is kind
    of maybe my point. we do things so casually. not
    realizing. then, we, or some of us, realize, but then
    it’s almost painful to point it out.
    no. not an accident. pollination is something i have
    given myself to. hence, the “noxious” salt cedar. tho
    it has its down side, it is here. over and over to
    provide for so many pollinaters…bees, when there is
    nothing else available for them and they are ready…
    ready to begin the spring, but “the changes” make it almost
    impossible except for the
    salt cedar. i know you love bees.
    i am so happy to talk to you tonight. you cannot know.
    you have pollinated me. thanks

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  31. handstories Avatar

    yep, james. it’s actually k”s & my song.
    the first day, fine, i think parallel play is the best plan for us.
    and a new wheelbarrow- just wonderful… i spent some time last year trying to draw them and wagons, think i’ll stick to photos. take one of yours, while it’s new and shiny.
    william carlos williams’ words…
    “so much depends
    upon
    a red wheel
    barrow
    glazed with rain
    water
    beside the white
    chickens.”
    and you are more than ok.x

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  32. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    parallel play.
    parallel play is a very viable option in certain
    circumstances.
    you are moving nicely in your field of noxious weed.
    GOOD. Bueno!.
    in India, Acha!
    so proud to be related

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  33. Nancy Avatar

    What a lovely visual from this quote.

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  34. handstories Avatar

    a big smackaroo to you!

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  35. handstories Avatar

    his poems have such amazing delicious imagery

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  36. Drucilla Pettibone Avatar

    this post rocked my world.

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  37. grace Forrest Maestas Avatar

    it did???????????????? then
    xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

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