Nature Knows Best
It is true! Nature knows best. Of course it does. Without
the natural rhythm of Earth's ecological purpose, life (as
we know it) would simply never have existed. Stop nature and
life ceases. Nature's breathing in and breathing out is literally
what makes the world go round. Nature has locked us into linear
time and linear time demands movement and movement demands
change. Yet man resists change. Man desperately tries to block
nature and keep things as they are. Had man ever been successful
in this endeavour, mankind would have ceased to exist. The
truth is man's rational mind dislikes change, yet we are pre-programmed
to adapt and flow with linear time. We have been the most
successful life form (life as we know it) because our rational
minds don't really control us. Fear controls the rational.
We are controlled by feelings and senses influenced and stimulated
by our immediate environment. We adapt easily and effortlessly
dispite our rational mind. Why am I going on about this on
a gardening website? Because to understand and work in harmony
with nature we first need to understand ourselves
And nature knows best in the garden. I know many gardeners
will disagree as too many gardeners see nature as the enemy.
'Fight nature at all costs' they cry, as they neatly trim
their lawns and curse the daisy for daring to grow where they
have decided their grand design demands pure green. And how
dare the mole decided to surface there and dig holes where
they believe the mole has no right to be! Of course, the mole
has every right. Nature has given the mole permission to roam
and explore. And again I will repeat the story of the woman
picking caterpillars off her prized hybrid plant and crushing
them under foot whilst looking at a beautiful butterfly and
admiring the beauty of nature unaware the caterpillars she
kills so casually are the young of the butterfly she admires
so poetically. That woman and everyone like her are ingnorant
hypocrites in my view. They are people to be condemned.
The fallen flower,
Trodden in death, to death,
Beneath the heavy rubber tread.
The power of the flower dead.
The clumsy footed man,
Lumbered on thick legs, bow legs,
Carrying the gnarled twisted torso.
This man shall fall also.
