The other day I was carrying groceries up my walk when I glanced over at my front lawn space. The glance became a pause because I realized that while I was not looking one of my projects succeeded. My lawn is now more clover than grass.
At least it is in the areas where I scattered clover seed three years ago. ( Previous posts: “The Hope of Clover” “Growing for the Future” “The Greening“)
I need to pause and admire this clover in all the places it is growing. It blooms every week between mowings. Yes I have lots more lawn where I need to sow clover. Yes clover is only a tiny step forward on the path toward re-wilding my green spaces so they’re more water-wise and native wildlife friendly. I can see exactly how much more there is to do. But today I have clover. I remember the entire year after I first threw clover seed when none of it sprouted. I remember when I had to go hunting to find any clover at all. Now it is everywhere and spreading.
So I pause, and admire the clover. Then I buy more seed because the only way it is better three years from now is if I scatter seed this fall.