Aldo Leopold’s essays attempted to “weld these three concepts“: that land is a community, that to love and respect land is an extension of ethics, and that land yields a cultural harvest. “That land yields a cultural harvest…” remains an idea “latterly often forgotten” — and often even lopped by folks who think they see the forest for the trees in A Sand County Almanac. On a recent horti-cultural foray into a semi-natural back forty near Prentice Creek, I discovered a sound of our natural heritage that I had only before experienced in a book.
Dear Mr. Leopold,
I struck out yesterday at dusk with a gallon ice cream pail and a weed knife in hand. I hope that I might distinguish myself from “all those whose gardens suddenly blossom forth with new wildflowers lifted from other people’s woods.” I will begin with the practical matters of where I searched for my rootstock, and attempt to capture what I learned from the foray.