![]() ![]() I’ve never been much of a gardener, but as they pointed out to us the red Columbine, the violet New England Aster, and the leafy green Solomon’s Plume with its tiny white flowers, I was introduced to a whole family of plants native to Connecticut. New practices, spaces for gathering, ways of being together. Because like the wild urban plants of the Northeast, a field guide might be written about the possibilities in the midst of the faithful of this day. There is no time to grieve, no need to grieve, really. They filled the beds with plants that they had collected throughout the area, species that had been native to coastal New England for hundreds of years. They spent a decade composting into the rocky Connecticut soil. ![]() The previous owners were real gardeners, who were determined to grow flowers even in this shady forest. The house I live in sits on Hickory Road, a few miles out of New Haven, in the middle of a forest of Hickory trees and a thick variety of other deciduous trees and evergreen woods. ![]()
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