Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Dry Color

There is flow. That blue is the same color blue as the service entrance and the front door. It's a lot of blue though. That might be perfect for the barren time. I'm having a color dilemma. Do I like these colors? It's so dark and moody.




















The Tall Flower Meadow is still having dry color.



















Even wet, all this blue of aster is a hard color to pick up in pixels.




















It is so dry, the annual disappearance of the meadow has begun. The Under Garden has started to peek through.




















Other things accumulate.




















Wet or dry the Tall Flower Meadow always puts on a show.




















The clouds without spit came back today and the blue of aster spreads by the minute. The dry color was making every effort to look bright. You may wander for a spell.

























That blue is Waterloo. The chocolate gray is Turkish Coffee. They look really sharp together. The Turkish Coffee in particular is a deep, rich very alluring color. I can totally see it as an interior wall color.

A funny thing happened when I painted one sample wall. My eye could detect the unplumb wall. It makes my OCD twitch. I hope four walls of paint will hide it. My shed is crooked. Then I made it solid as a rock crooked.

The more I ponder it, the more that dark moody Waterloo blue and Turkish Coffee seem just right for Hale Mini - The Crooked Shed.


Sunday, September 15, 2019

Out Walking

There were two days of clouds and minor rumbles that only contained spit for my neck of the woods. It took the edge off of hot and made for good lighting for picture taking. I went out walking.

Then it became Bloom Day. Follow along. There are bound to be some flowers that show up along the way.

I think it is time to paint this shed.




















Magnolia fraseri




















I am encouraging a self sown grove of these magnolias to replace the dead hemlocks on the slope behind the dung piles by eliminating the competition.




















Hay Scented Fern I believe, in an early dry induced fall. Most likely a hitch hiker that followed me home.




















Aralia spinosa's ripe berries.



















I had investigated the signs earlier. This time I had a camera in hand. This is my neighbor's view of the compound.





















The only thing I know that can and will do this to thick turf is wild pigs. Oh Dear Lord.




















That's life along the scenic byway.




















Where tall grasses




















And wild flowers




















Are head high.




















A varmint can get lost in there.




















I told you there would be blooms.




















It can be difficult to capture the color and complexity of the Tall Flower Meadow in bloom.




















The color is dry right now. Wet color is more vibrant.




















The maintenance gardener did need a fix this weekend.




















But on this particular walk I was pondering the whole concept of maintaining a garden as a meadow.




















I was more interested in capturing that aspect than the flowers for Bloom Day.




















The maintenance gardener also needed to rest.




















The Great Lawn was not whacked. The much larger negative space holds a maintained look far longer than a narrow path that is head high and shoulder wide.




















And the gardener wondered, what is this thing I just nudge?




















And embellish?




















It is head high and improper.




















At least the maintenance gardener was satisfied.




















It was indeed time to paint. The clouds went away. The okra weather came back. It started with some trim around the door.




















Then it turned blue. The close trim work will have to be a morning job. My natural vibration is higher near the end of the day.

But do I like these colors?




















I sure do like that blond wood look, but this siding needs to be painted for protection. What about the house grey trim instead of the brown? That was my original thought. Then I thought darker might be better and the darker color was on the same paint swatch as the house grey so I bought a quart.




















Do I like these colors? Light grey or dark?




















But this is Bloom Day not blue shed day and the blue asters have begun.




















With a little more spit and far less dry, an entire mountain will be covered in blue shortly.





















I even have a flower closeup if you have followed this far along.





















Good thing because the colors are dry right now and can be hard to attach to pixels.




















I've been out walking in tall meadows with varmints. Sister #2 heard them creeping about when she was here. To her, they all sound like bears.


Thursday, September 12, 2019

Okra Weather

It has been hot and dry going on three weeks now. I have come to expect an end of summer dry spell. It seems to happen every year.




















I don't worry about the wild cultivated gardens. They will be fine, just more or less dry. The freshly planted and gardens I tend can be more of a concern.




















The okra is loving this hot and dry. When everything is just right, things start to happen. All I can do is have some in the ground ready to go and hope for the best. The first bit of cool can shut the whole thing down.




















But it was too hot for picking okra when I got home. I headed for the shade where Allium triccocum seeds are ripening.




















Where Doll's Eyes waved in a hot pitiful draft.




















There is an opening in the forest canopy above. When the sun is just right, In Hawaiian Waters lights up in the shade.




















The division and transplantation of Oconee Bells was a success. I may do a couple more after the hot and dry has passed.




















I stuck to the shade waiting for the sun to finish. The okra is doing great. I have contracted a prolonged state of lethargy. Any hotter and it might be a lethal state of lethargy. My hot button is completely broken.




















Best to go have a nap and let the hot pass.




















I can pick okra in the cool of the evening. The roadside vegetable garden is the last place to go in the shade.




















As the sun went behind the mountain across the byway, I trudged up top in a little less hot.




















It's still dry. The thunderstorms about are way too small and scattered.




















Next year I am wanting these Aromatic Aster to be over the top rail and billowing through the fence.




















This year I am getting a big mess of okra during the hot and dry. I'm on my third side dish.