Refugium

I’m a plant person now, and have been giving tours of the Coker Arboretum for a while and have even led a campus walk in winter once or twice, continuing in the steps taken by William Lanier Hunt and Ken Moore. Follow along, if you’d like.

This time around, we’re going to start on the south side of the street, mainly because those are the trees I managed to get more pictures of when I took my first slow walk along this section of streetscape. Let’s take that walk again, together.

Each year, there is a ripening, a swelling of excitement within the group of folks who follow the media around the horticultural arts, specifically, the wonderful world of native plants.

What makes a plant native? First principles, right? I was raised up on axiomatic thinking. Define first, then deduce. Reason begets all beauty. Or something like that.

The trees I’m showing you today were not the trees the older cats who I drank with at the Carolina Coffee Shop 30 years ago took a moment to pause under perhaps to steady themselves for the slow amble home.

Busy. Busy. Busy. The transition into spring can be exhausting. Follow Emerson’s advice! To help you do that, Margot’s sharing some of her favorite nature connection activities.

I’d like y’all to stroll a bit around downtown Chapel Hill. The trees are waking and I thought it might be nice for us to pause and give them a listen.

Deep breath. Sunday morning. Looking out from my house onto the garden. Daffodils coming up all over. That’s what it’s all about right now.

What we need sometimes is permission. Permission to come to that meadow, to stay a minute. I was served a lovely dollop of that fine confection the other day.

Seems right somehow, in that “Let’s let the weather dictate how we’re supposed to be feeling” sort of way, that this month is one for saying goodbye.