My messy yard.

It’s mid-October, I kick open the windows one cool, lazy Sunday morning while coffee percolates.  Field crickets are still going, off along the back bluejays are harassing something or each other.  I was surprised at the report last week, their population has declined some tremendous percentage…30 percent, 60 percent, something outrageous. 

            A redbelly woodpecker swooped against the honeylocust in the corner as I read in the backyard yesterday evening, imploring me to set out the feeder.  It swipes peanuts and hides them under sloughing bark of a snag I haven’t cut because it’s a bug factory for them and redhead and downy woodpeckers, all of which are on the decline.  Non-native starlings sit at the tops of dead branches mimicking the songs of bobwhite quail, whose population has declined by eighty percent. 

            The loss of formerly common, abundant species is the unwinding of an ecosystem.  We make a decision for weed-free, bug-free landscapes, and as folks become less connected to the outdoors, even to their own backyards, we don’t notice the consequences.  We plant things with pretty flowers and pretty foliage and no nutritive or protective value, prioritizing form over function.

            Shaming isn’t constructive.  Navel gazing, nostalgia, wistfulness isn’t constructive.  These same species were threatened by market hunting, habitat loss, chemical contamination, throughout the 20th century.  When we realized the consequences of our actions, we collectively made different decisions. 

            I chose a messy yard, letting the wild petunia and black-eyed susans, little bluestem and sedges and vestiges of native prairie come back.  Pulling out the privet and burning bush and replacing them with native sumac, serviceberry, elderberry, hazelnut.  Planting native sunflowers, asters, milkweed, mountain mint, gayfeather, clover- that look mangy this time of year but are loaded with bugs, butterflies, goldfinches, house finches, sparrows.

That’s more meaningful to me. 



4 responses to “My messy yard.”

  1. Anne Avatar

    I agree completely with your sentiments. My own garden is looked down upon by most neighbours (who have beautiful gardens even during this long drought we are experiencing) because the hedges are untrimmed, the indigenous trees planted years ago have grown tall, their leaves remain strewn on the ground … yet the garden has proved to be a haven for birds (I note nearly thirty different species every day), butterflies, geckos and lizards. I have never used weed killers in any form and if my flowers and vegetables (when we get rain!) do not look perfect, so what!

  2. rivertoprambles Avatar

    In this case, messiness rules! As for the birds, I’m sickened by the news (though not surprised) that North American populations have decreased by 30% in the last 50 years. Some two-thirds of America’s 600-plus bird species stand to become extinct if the planet experiences a 3-degree C. temperature rise (as computer models predict)… And our Idiots in charge do nothing.

  3. Library Staff Avatar
    Library Staff

    I couldn’t agree more.

  4. tpburns Avatar

    I would love to join you and also have a messy yard. I live in suburbia local governments have ordinances against it. So to get around that I planted a garden of local wildflowers. I leave a brush pile out of view of the public. I wish that more people would do the same.

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