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When we moved here in 1980, the prospect of mowing my toes as well as the grass on the steep front bank did not appeal, so I persuaded strong backs to peel away the sod. I sowed daisies, pearly everlasting, and foxglove in imitation of roadsides on the Olympic Peninsula. Originally, the bank was a June riot of color, but sword fern and snowberry are gradually taking over. I may have the only fireweed on Capitol Hill. Now and then a grateful native remarks on it.
The photo shows foxglove, an invasive European medicinal plant that I am now de-emphasizing, horsetail, sword fern, and Queen Anne's lace. Native plants bloom discreetly-their aesthetic is outside the flashy aggression of commercial plant breeding. The county agricultural district offers native plants for sale for pennies every March. It would be surprising if counties in other regions did not offer something similar.
Tomorrow will be a day to park myself in the hammock and listen to the sounds of Saturday.