Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The Tempo Picks Up

It's getting there.

The Goldenrod is turning. Soon there will be a large wave of golden yellow.

The amount of white is increasing daily. There will be more dabs of purple.

Then there will be blue. Joe Pye will last through it all.

I edit. Nature provides.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Six Pumpkins

First there was one pumpkin, the first one I ever managed to grow. All previous attempts had failed.

Quite by accident I discovered the secret to pumpkin growing. Extra seedlings plus huge piles of unused composting dung equals pumpkins.

Then I learned don't count your pumpkins before they begin to swell. The rampant vines are loaded with embryonic pumpkins, but only a small number of them actually set and start to grow.

This one is still too small to be officially counted. It has gotten further than most though. It has potential.

This one is swelling. Once they get going, they practically double in size on a daily basis. This one gets counted. It is pumpkin number six.

The twins, pumpkins two and three are on the same vine and only one leaf node apart. They are approaching the size and wartyness of pumpkin number one.

My pumpkins amuse me. My dung piles amaze me.

My weeds entertain me and bring in the bees that give me pumpkins. I can't be sure because I don't pay enough attention, but of all the bees I do see buzzing around there are very few or even no honeybees. I have tons of bumble bees.

Monday, August 18, 2014

I Could Have A Mowed Hillside Of Grass

Like my neighbor across the scenic byway and so many others,

But I don't.

I have a tall flower meadow instead.

That is ready to explode in a profusion of blooms.

It brings me birds and bees and butterflies.

They all like Joe Pye Weed.

I keep adding to the profusion.

My grass is tall, tall enough to get lost in.

I let my grass bloom.

I toy with annuals that might make themselves at home here.

And the wanted native perennials are allowed to claim their own territory - for now.

I could have a mowed hillside of grass, but I don't want one. That would be boring.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

A Walk In The Wild Cultivated Gardens

After I scraped the first layer of crud off the inside of the house, changed and cleaned all the water filters, did two loads of laundry and harvested sacks of fine produce, I went for a walk in the garden.

Another week to ten days will make a dramatic difference.

Please join me as I amble along to see what I might see.

Big flowers

Colored texture

Stationary bees

Uncle Ernie in his verdant glory

Plants that wander about

Or spread

And self sow

Astilbe still blooming

More beebalm

Hydrangea and the ragweed that wasn't

Plenty of hosta

The Great Blue Lobelia

All in the wild cultivated gardens

Saturday, August 16, 2014


All these cool mornings of driving through thick fog on the way to work makes it feel much later in the season than it is.  There is still plenty green in the tall flower meadow and much to bloom before the time of the blue asters in September.

The White Snakeroot and three at least species of Goldenrod are just beginning to show color in the buds. The Ironweed is a little further behind. I have seen the first few open flowers on the I can't keep track of how many species of asters.

I want to see waves of bloom in the meadow now. It is better if it waits for two weeks when the sisters arrive

I wait all year for this grand finale. I guess I can wait a few weeks longer. There is plenty to keep me occupied in the meantime.

The delicate blue of Clematis stans weaves through the Lush on rambling stems.

The snow white of Boneset stands tall on rigid stems making excellent landing platforms for a host of pollinators.

I have Joe Pye and it lasts a good long while, well into the grand finale before the bloom heads fade to dusty brown and spread their seed.

There is a hint of things to come. I will be patient. There should never be a rush towards the barren time.

Friday, August 15, 2014

A Joe Pye Bloom Day

I was a bit wore out when I got home, so it is going to be a short Bloom Day post. I did good just to go fetch myself some dinner out by the roadside. If you want to see what else might be blooming high on the low spot of a North Carolina mountain top keep on scrolling and look at the posts from the last week. There is plenty blooming in mid August.

Right now Joe Pye is the scene stealer.

I did manage to get a closer look at the shorter New England Aster. There is more of it than I thought. It still can't be considered a rambunctious spreader. I suppose there is room for the more subdued. I'll just have to remember to edit around it on occasion.

It wasn't so long ago that there were only a few sprigs of Joe Pye. Now there is a whole lot more.

That's your brief Joe Pye Bloom Day. Go visit Miss Carol at May Dreams Gardens for Bloom Day posts from around the world.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

This Is What My Weeds Do

They bloom in a rainbow of colors and it is just getting started.

The mystery weed this year that looked suspiciously like giant ragweed has turned out to be Rudbeckia triloba, Brown-Eyed Susan. It has appeared in a least a half a dozen locations in the sunny utility meadow and the ridge top garden. Now the mystery is how did they get there? It is possible they came in some seed packages that were sown about, but no one remembers.

That's just one more reason not to edit things out until you know what they are.

If only the gifted and much shorter purple New England Aster was as prolific a self sower as the tall unmanageable species that came with the place. The short nice ones have been returning for years as single stems and that is all they have done.

Nice weeds.

Now the Clematis stans just needs to acquire weed status. I have found two seedling so far. It has some potential.

It was ruthless for me. I killed everything growing on the basement patio except for seven plants of three species. This is what I got. I see no reason not to enjoy my weeds while the finished project lingers in the future. Just think of all those seeds that will be blown around in the winter winds.