Wednesday, April 1st, 2009.  Happy April Fool’s Day. I’ve had the luxury of a few days off and wow, that really feels good, even if I am just doing things around the homestead here.  I spent a couple of days picking up deadfall from the oaks and pines, taking it out to the street and cutting it into the size and shape that Waste Management says I have to.  I mowed the backyard for the first time since November; it took about 10 minutes.  I’ve got enough new growth on the eleagnus hedge that I can give it a topping with my hedge trimmer before next Thursday’s full moon.  I spent a lot of time debating which mulberry branches to cut.  The longer branches I’d like to cut are full of berries, so I will wait until the birds and squirrels have picked them clean before pruning.  One thing I need to do is move my rosemary back into the sun.  What used to be my flourishing herb garden has been under deep shade for a year, and my rosemary is leggy and not very happy.

I don’t have much success when I transplant in the yard, although I have excellent success when I stick cuttings in the ground.  Since the storms of 2004, my east woods have been a little shocked and sparse, so I find the spots that are visible from the street, and I make rows of arbicola and turk’s cap cuttings as little privacy hedges.  Just this year, everything is coming back with full on foliage.

In fact, I can trace every single arbicola bush in my entire yard back to the one mother bush that I began cutting from.  Think of that.  Out of one bush comes an entire yard of maybe 3 dozen arbicola bushes.  All my turk’s cap were cuttings from one small bush.  And all my loquat trees, I can trace them to the one small plant I got at Yoga Shakti Mission decades ago.  And my lemon grass, I can trace it all back to the bunch of lemon grass Dave Clay gave me at Yoga Shakti Ashram decades ago.  My bamboo, it began as a few stalks Doug Cobb planted 12 years ago and is now making a nice privacy fence on its own.

I can trace several oaks back to seeds I saw sprout in the yard that I made sure not to mow.  How on earth does an oak tree come from a tiny acorn anyway?  That always amazes me.  The potential inside one tiny acorn.  And it makes me think, wow, all that potential in something the size of my fingertip.  Just think how much potential lies, then, within me.

I’m enjoying the ride.

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