Friday, October 17, 2008

Peaking

It seems almost a requirement that you go for a drive to look at the leaves fall. Even though all I have to do is step outside, this urge still remains.



It can be satisfied by a short walk along the scenic byway.



Where I become part of the scenery to passing motorists and motorcycle riders roaring slowly by, a slightly disheveled man walking along the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, perhaps carrying a sack of ripe tomatoes. I smile and wave. I am not lost or stranded.



I live way up here in the middle of a peaking forest.



The mum's mum, Ms. Frances (cute one Annie, the maker of names that stick) stopped by for a nice visit with another bucket load of goodies today. It was a given that it would get grey, the clouds would descend, mist would fill the air and our travels around the mountaintop would be moist. Excellent transplanting weather.



I couldn't work on the wet roof anyway. I didn't want to slide off of it or cover wet things with more metal parts. The last piece of roof panel for the opposite side and the two sections of wall flashing that attach to the wall and lap over the roof are all predrilled and ready to go on once it dries out again. The ridge cap was placed on top of the lower living room roof temporarily to keep the rain out. It needs to be cut in half and shared with the top right far end of the loft roof. It gets incrementally closer to completion.



My finished roof is peaking right along with the forest.



By the time all the leaves are on the ground,



All of my roof will be off the ground and on the cozy cabin. Sort of. There's still a front porch and back stoop to roof over.

6 comments:

lola said...

Hi Christopher,
Glad you had some company for awhile. Yes, don't go up till all is dry. I like to transplant in the mist, it's as the God's are smiling.Your cozy cabin is getting closer & the surround view is to die for.

Pam said...

Your cabin looks wonderful - and the image of the disheveled man, carrying a bag of tomatoes - sounds like a nice way to be. Better than a former neighbor, who the first time called me 'Morticia' from the Adam's Family because he had always wondered 'what went on back there'. (I think he was disappointed when the answer was 'gardening').

Frances said...

Hi Christopher, back home again after a wonderful visit with friends and family. Thanks to you, Bulbarella and The Contractor for a fine lunch and fine conversation. And thanks for the link. I love that term, the mum's Mum! There might be a post up Sunday afternoon, not many photos were taken. Your foliage shots are splendid!
Frances

Christopher C. NC said...

Lola, it is still very dry up here. Rain would be better than mist, but we'll take the mist.

Hi Pam, the disheveled man is a kind portrait. If I could hear the comments of the occupants in cars passing by, it might be more in the Morticia vein.

Glad you had a good visit all around Frances. Tomorrow I plant!

chuck b. said...

Who are the main players in your fall color show? The combinations are dazzling.

How incredibly nice it must be to have Ms. Frances drop by with with bucket-loads of goodies!

Christopher C. NC said...

Chuck I love that Frances can stop by easy as can be on her way to Asheville to visit Brokenbeat and his smart cute wife.

The Maples are a dominant tree in the red and orange color range. Tulip Poplar, Liriodendron tulipifera, Black Cherry, Prunus serotina and a Birch, Betula alleghaniensis, I think, are a lot of the yellows. There is still plenty of Ash and Hickory to turn and the Oaks are last with reddish browns. Those are the main players anyway. Plenty of other species mixed in. The Maples by far are the most dramatic in my neck of the woods.

Sourwood, Oxydendron arboreum and Black Gum, Nyssa sylvatica both turn scarlet red in the fall. I hope to add them into the mix one day.