Thursday, August 6, 2020

The Maintenance Gardener Was Soothed

The maintenance gardener came home an hour early from work. It wasn't raining or freshly wet. The time was right for a touch of order. It started in the parking lot.














The window repair man showed up after work yesterday. After struggling to remove the newly reinstalled window, ample caulk oozed out when the window was pressed back into place. Quite ample. Good thing the caulk dries clear and I don't look out that window much. Water tight was the goal. Water tight better be the result. Now I need another hard rain with a bit of a southern blow to test it out. One of those will be along shortly.
The newest compose editor in Blogger has a hairball I can't out smart. So let's just go for a stroll. Click on a picture for the slide show. The garden is freshly mowed.










Tuesday, August 4, 2020

In The Tall Flower Meadow

High summer begins. 














The eye is drawn to increasing pops of color.

















The paths are not mowed, but they are paths compared to a tall meadow.














The maintenance gardener is feeling a strong urge.














There is a critter cam in this picture. It has been a week and nothing has been captured. That seems near impossible. It is timed 10pm to 6am for the creatures of the night. Maybe I need to add in dusk.













All that hot pepper water I have been continuing to randomly spray over three acres of wild cultivated gardens seems to be working. The grazing has slowed.












Right before dark I heard chewing. There she was in this very spot dining in the eye of Creation. A few days ago she was feeding on the Great Lawn. I have not been spraying hot pepper water on the mowed areas. I'm actually ok with the deer mowing the lawn. Maybe we can come to an agreement.

Sunday, August 2, 2020

A Semi-New Window

Let me just repeat how happy I am that I Did Not have to lift, tote, setup, take down, lift and tote to return a heavy set of scaffolding to get to the loft window from outside on the roof two and half stories up. 

The window was washed and is once again nailed in by square edged, new plastic exterior trim and glued in by caulk. The recess has been reduced to the half an inch of trim. Now I just need a good hard rain with a bit of a southern blow to see how it works.
The interior trim was put back in thinking why redo something that fits. Just add in more. On re-contemplation a single piece window sill trim would look better. I'll have to trade in the 1x4 I bought for some 1x6 and do it right. That could actually make a fine winter project. I've been thinking about redoing the wall trim too so it will match all the rest of the window trim and baseboards inside the cabin. I'm not sure how it ended up different. It might have been me trying to salvage scraps from other processes.














In the meantime I have one more loft window to take out and reset to eliminate the water and snow collecting design flaw.














Eliminating the recess of the loft window didn't do a thing to the look of the cabin. It is impossible to tell the difference.













Except ... I opted not to paint the square edge plastic trim and left it the white it came as when I did repaint the exterior window trim. That white adds a little detail, some eyeliner, to the windows. I like it.














Seriously, setting up scaffolding on the down hill side of the cabin would have been a PITA. Climbing up and down from it for all the processes involved would not have been fun.














That was enough window work for one day. The maintenance gardener did not show up for mowing today, but the roadside trash man came and went for a slow walk along the scenic byway to tidy things up a bit. Then it was time to sit down.
A good hard rain with a bit of a southern blow arrive the next morning. The window redo was a failure. It leaked. Instead of leaking down through the wall and the kitchen ceiling, it leaked up through the window frame. Maybe that is some form of progress.
The window will have to be removed again. It needs more caulk. It needs a water tight seal between the glass and the plastic exterior framing. I'll try again. Maybe it needs a drain hole just in case? Good thing there are so many processes and I wasn't finished yet.


Saturday, August 1, 2020

In The Year Of Ugly Leaves

The gardens are looking mighty fine despite the earlier ravages.














All the Joe Pye is a full third shorter this year. You would never know by looking at them that it was from their growing tips getting frozen in the Blackberry Winter. That set back saved them from the hail.














There is always some reserve in the Lush that is the wild cultivated gardens.










I had another epiphany. 
The basement patio was born that way.














The well fitted, recessed loft window nailed in by trim and glued on by caulk on the outside of the window was removed from the inside standing on the bedroom floor. I was most happy not to have to lift, tote, set up and take down heavy scaffolding. Truly happy.














I had to have the cracked windshield in my old truck replaced once. I watched how this mobile windshield replacement dude removed the glass with a wire that cut the glue holding it in place. Once the glue was cut, the windshield was lifted off in one piece with suction cups.
On the second try with thinner wire my epiphany was a success. The glue was cut. The window was removed.














The window was not reinstalled however. I ran into a few problems. My paint had solidified. The rounded edge, plastic exterior trim I got to frame the outside proved beyond my water tight carpentry joining abilities. I'll have to get some square edge plastic exterior framing trim to hold the window in place. That I can do.
I am reminded of all the processes involved in such things, sanding, caulking, drying, painting, drying, cutting trim pieces more than once, nailing, cutting, nailing, more caulking, drying, staining, cleaning every step of the way. I like a tidy work area.
The wall was filled with bug spray. Not that I expect that to end the problem. That will just put a hurting on them whatever they are. Shutting off the water supply is what will get rid of them. The rot was caulked. The window is tacked in temporary. Stopping to ponder the next steps has been useful. I have a plan and it does not involve rushing to the hardware in a panic. This design flaw repair is only going to happen once. I expect it to last well past my demise. Doing the leaking rotting window first will make the second one go that much faster.














The gardens are looking mighty fine. The maintenance gardener thinks they could look better. He was scheduled to come tomorrow.














The path and lawn mowing in a garden for one will have to wait.













The home repair man will be here instead. The gardens will be fine.













Have I ever mentioned my Voodoo Lilies go way back to the beginning? They come from Kanapaha Botanical Garden in Gainesville, Florida where I grew up. I was a volunteer there while in collage. It was the very start of a long career as a peasant gardener for the well to do. The Voodoo Lilies speak directly to my Florida roots. They rise in the heat.














The Crooked Shed has a fixed recessed window from the house my grandfather built and Voodoo Lilies at its feet. It seems a lifetime can pile up in one place no matter how many gardens you make.

Thursday, July 30, 2020

The View from The Parking Lot

My natural vibration is increasing. More of the pictures I take are coming out blurry. Or my eyes are going again. If I cared more about the photography I'd use a tripod, but I don't.

Everything is vibrating at a higher pitch. Everything. What it portends will be determined. A client died last weekend. Not from the corona virus. His bug garden is in the previous post 'Flowers'. I plan to acquire the sign and have a little memento of Dr. David Alsop, entomology professor at Queens College New York in my bug garden.

Three gardens I tend will be on the market soon. Change is coming. A lot of it is age related.














It is the time of Voodoo and a wet and steamy voodoo this year. I sent a full pot of my baby Amorphophallus bulbifer to the nursery last fall. In a larger pot with nursery quality fertilization, they are already bigger than my Voodoo Lilies in one season. I was shocked. She owes me an Amorphophallus konjac bulb.














They have multiplied enough for the Crooked Shed to go full voodoo this year. Maybe I could start selling the annual bulb crop to the nursery?














All these years later and the peasant gardener still has a patch of weed flowers and one Japanese maple grown from seed in the parking lot cabin side bed. There were and still are other priorities. And should I get another gubmint bribe check, the driveway and parking lot are going to get regraded this winter. After my weed flowers are gone. Better to see the grade then.














It's either that or time to have a sign made for the top of the drive, 'Warning - High Hump Ahead'.

Monday, July 27, 2020

Solly Kitty

Remember her? She got fat. It was time to contemplate withholding food. Then she seemed to stabilize and stopped expanding.



















Solly is not particularly fond of the outside. She totally leans in the direction of an indoor cat. With a whole new coat of fur, the bad hair life is a thing of the past.


Saturday, July 25, 2020

Flowers





















Then through the looking glass
Two wilder style gardens.