Old apple trees and their offspring still remain from those times. One of them shattered this summer under a heavy load of apples and was further encouraged when the hawthorn tree above it broke off and landed on top. The initial cleanup and preparation of a burn pile was begun a few days ago. The chainsaw needs to be brought out to finish the job. One fresh straight trunk of the apple tree will be left to grow on.
I have my mind set to burning up a bunch of brush piles this winter. There are far too many of them piling up for a proper garden. I know someone who will come back next spring, see all these burn spots and think; Look, a blank spot. What can I plant there?
The sunny utility meadow has been coming under wild cultivation more and more over the last seven years. Garden expansion is in my blood.
Something is happening here. The land is being tended again. I gaze over the newly revealed under garden with a painters eye. Where does it need more brush strokes? Where can a new color and texture fit in among the wild, the already planted and yet to grow? A number of large Sedum (Hylotelephium) spectabile were added in late fall. I have been wanting to add some of the Feather Reed Grass. A few more Yucca filamentosa towards the top can't hurt. I gaze and ponder.
A brand new small cabin placed above another hand crafted stone platform takes its turn at history high on the low spot of a North Carolina mountain top. The land is tended again with a strong eye towards ornament. Things are different from the grandparent's time.
What it is ain't exactly clear. Bad designer man is working without a plan. He's just aware he's only briefly sharing this land. For a time far far longer than you can imagine, many other inhabitants tended this land. Many of them are still here.
Then it quickly snowed and I glimpsed a hundred years from now when only the stone ruins will remain.
They will gaze and ponder on a cold day. Something's happening here.
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3 comments:
As always I love to see the old homestead. Don't believe I've seen it from the angle of the 2nd pic.
Something sure is happening. Tears are flowing from your eloquent description.
Yes. Something IS happening....and while it does, it seems fitting to look back and ponder and look forward and dream.
Don't cry Lola. It's all good. The apple tree used to be in the way of that angle.
Rebecca there are a lot of stories tucked into these hills.
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