Back To The Grind

Now we return to our regular gardening, cozy cabin construction, and ethereal thoughts blogging at Outside Clyde. Sometimes I just get so incensed by outrageous behavior that I can't contain myself. It has to be let out.

It is a good thing I have acres of trails to wander, to cleanse my mind and spirit, to be reminded of what really matters, life and this good earth.

It has taken a week since returning from my brother's wedding to get back into what appears to be the routine of the tragically under-employed. The march of the wildflowers goes on undisturbed by any commotion in my life.

Lobelia siphilitica, the Great Blue Lobelia is every where, blooming like crazy.



Helianthus maximiliani continues to bloom despite a drought which thankfully has ended. There has been rain anyway since I got back. After Miss Fay gave us 6.5 inches, there was another week of nothing and a few potted plants on the deck where rather crispy upon my return. Oh well there are plenty more and the near dead seem to be recovering slowly. Let's see greenhouse/cold frame with irrigation system, row covers for fall veges, meditation maze and tea house overlooking the stream. What else was it I needed? Oh yea, a job. All in good time.



I told you it would return to me. This is Ligularia dentata, Bigleaf Ligularia or Golden Groundsel. There needs to be much much more of this.



Bit by bit the cozy cabin gets incrementally drier, as bit by bit the rains return. I managed to get two sections of the ridge caps on the roof, one permanently, the other temporarily. I couldn't quite reach all the way on the front living room end and was asked not to climb on the roof while I am here alone, so I just put it on with two screws until I can properly seal it and screw the whole thing on. It rains less inside now. I even managed a decent temporary plywood cover for the high back end of the loft ridge peak by going from inside.



Fifteen pound felt paper goes on the exterior walls first followed by the house wrap. Then it is time for doors and windows. I have doors and windows on my cozy little cabin. Yippee!



Can you have a favorite Goldenrod? This one that I think is Solidago roanensis stays shorter and more compact and blooms directly along the stems.



It is time for other things now. The Anemone, a sure sign of fall, is blooming with the first of the still unidentified blue aster that will sweep the mountain in great waves and last well after the first frosts.



It is best not to get to far ahead in my thinking. There are still plenty of glorious warm days to come and way to many tomatoes to eat. The world's ugliest tomato is ripe now. I'll have to eat it with Carol's wild dreams in mind.



A bit of a surprise, very out of the routine, for this blogger in the wilderness were several nominations for the annual Blog Asheville's Extravablogaversipaloozathonamado. It's a blogger party.