Walking
among the plants on this slope in mid summer it would be easy to not
notice them at all; simply a sea of grasses we wade through and leave
a thin wake where we have brushed them aside. We focus instead on
views of mountains and seacoast, or we are preoccupied with inner
thoughts. To actually look down at our feet is a big step, to observe
that grasses are really but one element in what once was a farmer's
field.
In
parts of this field with deeper, moister ground the grasses are still
tall and of one community, but high on this slope above the sea the
moisture is long gone from the thin soil. Specialist plants well
adapted to these particular conditions have gathered: plantains with
their yellow flowers and white puff balls, Queen Anne's lace,
thistles, brambles, daisies, hawthorns. All the plants that do not
make good eating and have deep roots and ways of shrivelling up and
waiting for rain to return in the Fall.
This
assemblage of plant life has taken over once the farmer departed,
and it is reassuring somehow that nature has such a range of
possibilities once humans stop forcing their opinions about the use
of the land. Once over a hundred years ago this would have been deep
forest laboriously cleared away for fields and one can now see the
trees encroaching once more from the edges, sending lone individuals
ahead into the most favourable pockets of soil. How the ground must
contain roots pushing into the clearing, how the air must be full of
seeds seeking a place to take root. Every living thing relentlessly
seeking light , moisture and soil, juggling for a place to live.
We
wander on, find a definite path over the hill to the main farm road,
and forget about this field. We turn to other things, but here,
still plain to see for those that look, is written among the grasses
a complicated history of evolution, the continuing story written by
the most successful, the most adaptable to change. Thistles, weeds,
hardy trees and brambles, holding the soil together until the forest
takes it back completely once more.
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