Before we bought our house (and its accompanying 63 acres), it had been for sale and sitting empty for years. When we first looked at the property in person, it was January; every square-inch was covered in snow, and all living plants looked like wooden sticks.
As I have but a rudimentary knowledge of all things natural, my skills at identification can only be used to recognize dandelions, daisies, and maple trees. Thus, I certainly had no idea which brown sticks were what or what to expect. The real estate listing didn’t give much indication as to the state of the property, as the description was limited to “Old house on 63 acres, needs major work. Good luck.”
We took possession in March. By April, the snow slowly began to recede.
By May, the landscape began to turn green.
By June, there was lots of green and a plethora of lush blossoms.
It is now July’s end, and every day we seem to come across an eye-widening number of edible delights (not to mention the flowers and the birds!).
Our property has a large “yard” around the house, about twenty-five acres of cleared (but running wild at the moment) fields, and about thirty-five acres of woodland, within which we have discovered:
tiny wild strawberries,
14+ apple trees, all dripping with fruit,
a pear tree,
and yesterday, when I came across a cherry tree in full cherry-dom, I almost cried.
To think that all this bounty resurfaces every year, on its own, from underneath such a thick burden of ice and snow seems impossible–but yet it is true.
How, why, or who, I don’t know; suffice it to say that it’s a miracle no matter how one looks at it. Nature, I love you.