Friday, July 14, 2017

The Scent Of The Woods

Over nearly four decades, I have gradually shifted the garden toward what occurs naturally on the Olympic Peninsula. Opening the back door at the crack of dawn usually brings the same native fragrance as crawling out of a tent.

A week ago I decided, uncharacteristically, to irrigate the lot. The next morning an open back door admitted-nothing at all. The garden smelled like suburban lawn. I fear the generous application of chlorinated water may have disrupted some subtle aspect of the pinpoint ecology of the lot, although someone's informed comment suggested that the advent of hot, dry weather may very well have had something to do with the change.

I'll keep a nose on the proceedings -30-

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