Unruly Beauty

My yard is an unruly mess.  
It all started 10 years ago when I moved out of a condo and into a house. I went from no yard to over an acre. On a hill. In the south. Things grow here at an alarming rate. I was overwhelmed from the start.
Last year, my riding mower named Earl, gave up working and things quickly spiraled out of control. What was once semi-manageable hillside became a tangle of tall grass and pricker-bushes.
My only weapon of defense was a tired old weed-whacker. We did the best we could, but we were no match for sunshine, rain, and good soil.So this spring I am starting out, literally, in the weeds. I have been eying my ever-growing eyesore with disdain and self-pity. I know I will never catch up. I have accepted the fact that I will have to call in a pro and pay for salvation.

This morning I looked out my window and saw my yard in a new light. A gentleman on vacation mistook my yard for an abandoned lot. Yes, its that bad. He was taking pictures of sunshine streaming through the tall, dry grass. He found the moss on the fallen down apple tree to be lovely. He admired the rusted out, decrepit old shed. I went out and waved to him. We started to chat. I told him it was my yard. He apologized for trespassing. I told him not to worry, wander around, have fun. He said I was lucky to live in such a beautiful place. I smiled to myself, looked around, and thought he was right. It is an unruly and beautiful place.   






~ The gentleman in my backyard has a beautiful website of his photos. Maybe someday my yard will be considered art. Take a look at his work:
http://loganfoto.com/