After months (mid December-mid April) of not seeing the ground, it appears as a revelation around here, and I find myself entranced by the ghostly beauty of last year’s dead and rotting leaf-litter, holey logs, all manner of other dead plants, and the occasional animal bit, all before the bursting green profusion just starting now. I suppose in general it’s viewed as so much unappealing compost, but I find that nature rewards in proportion to attention given, and there is an abundance of elegant, melancholic beauty in these bodily sacrifices to soil-building.
We are made of this same stuff; walking, talking heaps of soil. We spring forth and we die back. Onward living soil!
All photos above are from Vermont. The photo below shows Rhododendron skeletons from the Washington Park Arboretum, Seattle.