Since we’ve let part of our property go wild, it’s gotten gloriously witchy. There’s an otherworld vibe in that small area of untended space. I have my “witch rock,” a small boulder that’s sinking into the ground, a dead dogwood covered in fungi, and a sprawling forsythia that is home to dozens of tiny birds year-round.
This is what I want. Keep your unnatural green lawns free of clover, dandelion, and bees, and keep your chemicals away from me.
I took a few pictures this afternoon: