{"id":1720,"date":"2025-09-17T11:22:01","date_gmt":"2025-09-17T15:22:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/marygilliland.com\/new_staging\/?page_id=1720"},"modified":"2025-09-19T19:28:06","modified_gmt":"2025-09-19T23:28:06","slug":"steady-my-laden-head","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/marygilliland.com\/?page_id=1720","title":{"rendered":"Steady My Laden Head"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"cs-content\" class=\"cs-content\"><div class=\"x-section e1720-e1 m1bs-0\"><div class=\"x-row x-container max width e1720-e2 m1bs-1 m1bs-2 m1bs-3\"><div class=\"x-row-inner\"><div class=\"x-col e1720-e3 m1bs-5\"><div class=\"x-text x-text-headline e1720-e4 m1bs-6\"><div class=\"x-text-content\"><div class=\"x-text-content-text\"><h1 class=\"x-text-content-text-primary\">Steady My Laden Head<\/h1>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"x-row x-container max width e1720-e5 m1bs-1 m1bs-2 m1bs-4\"><div class=\"x-row-inner\"><div class=\"x-col e1720-e6 m1bs-5\"><div class=\"x-text x-content e1720-e7 m1bs-7\"><p>The hours don\u2019t count, I don\u2019t count the hours. This is not a task but an activity. Unassigned. A practically involuntary part of the day, sowing itself in my unconscious during times I might not be physically involved. I\u2019m winging it, without formal education. It looks like I have chosen to engage, but really the chooser was something larger that said Do.<\/p>\n<p>What is done is admired by walkers on the South Hill Recreation Way, both people I have met before, and people I will never know. A couple with their dog stopped along the trail while I was weeding not far away, uphill: \u201cWhen we see these flowers, every year, we know that spring\u2019s really here!\u201d This was during the era of my corralling Garlic Mustard by\u2014every autumn\u2014laying down Dame\u2019s Rocket seedheads on areas among the trees where I\u2019d weeded out G-M. Yes, \u201clike a gleaner [I did] keep\/steady my laden head across a brook\u201d\u2014the freshet, that is,<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"asset-img-link\" href=\"https:\/\/blog.bestamericanpoetry.com\/.a\/6a00e54fe4158b883302a2eed892a7200d-pi\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"Inv-Week-June-3-d\" border=\"0\" class=\"asset asset-image at-xid-6a00e54fe4158b883302a2eed892a7200d image-full img-responsive alignright\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.bestamericanpoetry.com\/.a\/6a00e54fe4158b883302a2eed892a7200d-800wi\" title=\"Inv-Week-June-3-d\" width=\"220\" height=\"220\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>behind our shed, that by this time of year is a dry streambed. My strategy was to replace the invasive with a secondary invasive, one that blooms more prettily and at first glance looks like phlox. A place holder.<\/p>\n<p>The scent of hesperis matronalis rises in the evening. The flowers bloom pink, mauve, white, purple and, sometimes, an eye-catching white streaked with one of the other hues, or vice versa. Those I would mentally note to let stand through the frost. The seeds matured, then I deliberately scattered them in new areas in order to multiply the striated enchantment. Which, last year, I discovered is caused not by genes but by a virus. Was it nature or culture that brought me the next-door neighbor whose PhD research focused on plant-virus interactions? Lizzie studied host and pathogen as they co-evolved; my brassica species, Dame\u2019s Rocket, hosts turnip mosaic virus\u2014resulting in variegated color in the flowers.<\/p>\n<p>Turning the rocky hillside acre into a garden began with an earlier next-door neighbor\u2019s retirement. He was of the tribe who trim every blade of grass to the same length, edge the sidewalk and allow no chipped paint on trim or siding.\u201cMary,\u201d he asked after once more perfecting his holdings, \u201cwould you mind if I took some of those privet bushes out of your woods?\u201d When purchased, our house had been closed in by invasive privet and Japanese honeysuckle, up to every door. By the time Walt posed his question, there was some green lawn, my husband\u2019s joy. I imagined the clearance would lead to lovely walks in our very own wood after a day of teaching. But the cleared land was, next spring, thickly carpeted with a mystery plant. Helped by a few students, I pulled them all out. They returned. Pull. Return. And again. GarlicMustard had just begun its inexorable march across the Lower Forty-eight.<\/p>\n<p>Hence the mass plantings: of deer-proof perennials that spread. Not so many rocket now, but cowslips, hellebore, brunnera, primrose varieties (including<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"asset-img-link\" href=\"https:\/\/blog.bestamericanpoetry.com\/.a\/6a00e54fe4158b883302acc60ec5f8200b-pi\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"Wanda\" border=\"0\" class=\"asset asset-image at-xid-6a00e54fe4158b883302acc60ec5f8200b image-full img-responsive alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.bestamericanpoetry.com\/.a\/6a00e54fe4158b883302acc60ec5f8200b-800wi\" title=\"Wanda\" width=\"361\" height=\"271\" \/><\/a>Wanda!), pulmonaria, trachystemon, comfrey, andcetera, follow spring\u2019s explosion of flowering bulbs, ephemeral pink corydalis, Virginia bluebells.<\/p>\n<p>I garden at the end of a one-block cul de sac. This area bordering the woods is classified on the municipal maps as vacant land. Yes, it\u2019s poetry.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2014\u2014MG, 5 October 2022<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Steady My Laden Head The hours don\u2019t count, I don\u2019t count the hours. This is not a task but an activity. Unassigned. A practically involuntary part of the day, sowing itself in my unconscious during times I might not be physically involved. I\u2019m winging it, without formal education. 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