The picture below from March 28th of this year shows that part of the garden next to the neighbor's pasture has turned into a miniature meadow, the result of no Bidens coming up there last year. A finely woven wild grass thatch and last spring's drought prevented it.
My eventual plan is to convert this mini meadow on the left to a woody plant garden with a few perennials: native azaleas and Virginia sweetspire under shade of the pine tree and Rosa palustris scandens, blueberries, and winterberries out in the sun. There's already several starts of Joe Pye Weed from the farm and a stand of swamp sunflower in the swale.
You can see my sweet garden assistant Prissy in the lower corner, and a tangled "mess" to the left of that. I use the word mess in quotes because it really is a mess but the indigo buntings love it. If there are any blackberry briars they are there. When we moved the house the indigo buntings moved into our old yard when some of the barely contained areas were allowed to go more wild. I will take out most of the saplings and dead canes though, eventually.
The birds love garden squalor, and they really loved the strip between the woods and the grass that was high-mowed with the tractor once and then allowed to be. Both indigo buntings and blue grosbeaks included the tulip poplars above the house as their territory and took baths in the puddle beside the water trough behind the house.
At the edge of the woods a wild Dogwood that was opened to
the light when the house was moved looks beautiful this year.

the light when the house was moved looks beautiful this year.

When the earth dries out again I plan to mow that stuff in front of it, and try not to mow down any of the seedling trees that I planted like I did last year. I was able to salvage two mowed redbuds but a dogwood and a swamp cyrilla were toast. It's not like they were ready to bloom or anything though; they were 1' high among 5' "weeds" and hard to spot from a tractor even when marked with pink surveyor's tape. I thought I was being really safe as far as distance from the seedling trees when mowing; my spatial memory sucks.
I am looking forward to the day when the trees that I planted at the edge of the woods are big enough to bloom. They include dogwoods, redbuds, hawthorns, snowbells, a sorrel tree and one remaining swamp cyrilla.
I would love to have wild crabapples along the wood's edge too. I am hoping that the second year for the is the charm for the seeds to germinate, as I picked up the fruits and buried them in the compost heap more than year ago. The tree down in the floodway field is in full bloom and a vision of loveliness.
The azaleas are a vision of loveliness too, from the bud stage to full bloom. Especially the natives.
April 5, 2011
The leaves of the evergreen azaleas are not
brown and dead. :) They turn purple over the winter.

The leaves of the evergreen azaleas are not
brown and dead. :) They turn purple over the winter.

In a typical year the berries are gone sooner than this, but last year the birds didn't eat them at all. I think the Waxwings were disgusted by the cold wet winter in '08-'09 and decamped south and/or east. After the first major snowstorm that winter I didn't hear them and they're usually around until May.
It was very nice of the Waxwings to pose for the camera. Two years ago I got some pictures while they were feeding at the holly tree and then accidently deleted them before getting them on the computer.




































