Imagine having a garden composed of only female plants. It could be considered a goddess garden. Think how subtle that would be. I wonder how long it would take for visitors to discover the organizing principle. It might be the solution for persons with pollen allergies or provide cuts for their house.
I could have included Ash, Willows, Poplars, and many others but making a list or creating a catalog isn’t the point. By asking a simple question “Why?” and pursuing it, an unnoticed world opened up. It was always around me, waiting to be revealed. One last story.
The picture of cycads from earlier doesn’t match the words in the paragraph. The plants are well-grown but they certainly don’t “dominate” the bed, let alone the room. On one of my visits I discovered that the wonderful old plants I wrote about were gone. I was heart-sickened and very depressed about it. Yes, they had outgrown their area, becoming too tall and touching the ceiling. But still, to treat them as trash and throwing them out felt wrong. My visit was ruined; the joy I always felt was gone.
The facility has undergone several expansions over the years. I always think of these as the “new” areas because their more modern architecture doesn’t mesh seamlessly with Morgan’s original design. I routinely visit several areas throughout the building and a surprise was waiting for me in one of the new wings. The old cycads hadn’t been discarded but had been moved to a temporary bed while a permanent one was prepared. The people in charge valued what was around them; they weren’t just taking care of a place. They are stewards, honoring the past, living in the present, and planning a positive future. My wish is many more years for the cycads and all of us.