Sunflower River has a garden that is thematically composed of dye plants. This is my place to experiment and experience a garden unfolding: to learn when I should leave it alone, when I should help it along. It is with this garden that I develop my own eye for how the natural world works.

Tonight my walk started with a little tending of this garden.

I love Madder: the roots produce a red dye, but I haven’t had the heart to dig up enough of it to experiment with. It’s come up 3 years now, not terribly interested in staying with the confines of the garden bed.


I’ve been trying to get Prairie Flax established here. Last year, after two years of trying, my first Prairie Flax finally settled in. This year 3 are up! This plant only flowers in the morning. It’s a treat for anyone willing to be up early and working!


Yarrow is my lovesake. Here it is to thrive another year.


The Spice flows again this year. This system does not have to threaten the Rio Grande Cottonwood.

But it does.


Yet a cultivated field doesn’t have to threaten the ecosystem around it.


A muskrat swims in the acequia madre. These ditches are wild spaces. We can’t control that, but we can pick sides.


And right now we’re fighting for the weeds.


Ever road wants to be a field.


Every field wants to be a meadow. Every meadow wants to be a forest.


And every forest has a place where only the children go, to play.

But it’s OK to go back and swing. And laugh. And love.


And practice a little attending.