In just a little more than a year, by planting native plants,
I managed to alter the path of monarch migration in my city.
I’ve hosted endangered bees on this tiny fragment of land I call my front yard.
I’ve watched goldfinches breakfast on coneflower seeds.
I’m sequestering two times the carbon than a traditional lawn.
I’m not contributing to the pollution of ground water.
I’m not wasting water in order to support an alien form of grass.
But the best part is, in fifteen months, I’ve seen the diversity and quantity of life on my front yard increase exponentially.
We can never truly own the land. The best we can be is a good steward.