Yesterday was "trash day" here at the Lodge. I took the opportunity to grab some construction debris that drifted over from the construction site next door and then, for good measure, grabbed some more trash that seems to migrate over from the other neighbor's pristine lawn. However, as I was in a good mood, trash pick up is not new to me, and progress is progress, I grabbed the stuff and moved along.
Things got more complicated this morning as the construction site billowed more debris, and some neighbor's recycling and newspapers succumbed to the winds of yesterday across the woods. Not optimal. Grabbing the debris revealed more debris from the pristine lawn and I ran out of hand and arm space for all of the trash. The positive energy of the day before and any sense of the "progress" was at a low ebb.
And then, just when considering various really foul attitudes, nature intervened.
I was scanning for trash when what should I see but a spruce tree.... and a fir... and then more!
Each about knee high, green, healthy, and unmistakably trees we had planted some years back.
As there is strongly overshadowing over story of older maples and ash these trees don't grow all that fast. In fact I had assumed this batch hadn't made it and succumbed to the hard conditions. I had seen little evidence of them since a walk through a whiles back in a drought season where the gang of seedlings looked to be checking out.
But there they were, years later, growing right along, on their own, slowly adding screening, adding species diversity, making Cascading Waters home.
And then with a glad heart I brought the trash out of the woods, and happily hummed to myself as I went up the cart path.