From an urbanite who worked in the banking district, to a follower of Mother Nature in “hicksville”, how different can one’s lifestyle be transformed?
No public buses, no smog, 10 minutes walk to Nature Reserve …
It took me 4 years to observe, watch for seasonal changes & now I’ve actually become a weed watcher. When they pop up and run (well, spread) amok, it’s an indication that Spring is near.
(I must have killed thousands of poor seedlings, weeds & heirlooms, in the learning process of trying to grow an edible forest.)
The next sign is when Malabar Spinach (which reminds me of those ‘bloody’ tubes while donating blood!) start germinating and popping up, then I know that Summer is heading my way.
Then comes the beauty of Fall – the dew drops, the longer lasting blooms, the sprouting of cool weather vegetables.
Now, winter is a different story … you win some, you lose some, depending on the mood and tantrums of Mother Nature. Fortunately she’s been kind the last winter and we only had 3 frosty bouts. She warmed up early and all are happy, me included.