Nature Column 0805

Chicory growing between the sidewalk and the road

One of the reasons I love spring and summer so much as I get older is pretty obvious, I think. They are seasons all about beginnings, all about things that are fresh and new, not old and faded. Fall is lovely to behold, colorful and cool, but let’s be real—it’s also a time of letting go. Winter? Winter is all about the endings, quiet death and cold, brittle reality. It’s also a time when new beginnings start to appear to those who are observant and ready to see them.

The truth is, of course, that all seasons hold the potential for illness, death and other endings. Summer in particular can be a time of strife and unadulterated skirmishes for survival in nature. We see it every day, whether we are aware of it or not. Sometimes we cause it, such as when we empty the birdbath and clean it. No more insect larvae in that. We hit and kill flies, ants, spiders and ticks without giving it too much thought. We pull weeds and toss them aside to wither and die every day. We poison plants and rodents with poisons that move up the food chain, killing others unintentionally.

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