Sunday, October 22, 2017

A Beautiful Day Of Near Nothing


I slept in so late, it was fall when I woke up. Things can change in the night. I had my coffee and didn't move until it was time to move. Fall looked quite nice from the front porch.

My plan for the day was to do nothing. My body concurred. But I can sit only for so long and it was indeed a most beautiful day.

Autumn crocus begin a slow moving stroll.

There is enough color to declare fall.

It will only intensify from here.

Plenty green left to turn.

I walked along the scenic byway.

The question is, how long will it last?

My mountain top is already thin and this cold front coming is starting with a good strong wind.

But today is a perfect blue sky, sun shiny warm, beautiful fall day.

Peak fall is still many days away.

I am used to fall being a bit early and done with up here compared to many other mountains. Our mostly north facing slope and wind exposed peaks hear from Canada first.

There is another big rock in my part of the forest.

I did manage to do something during a break in my stroll. The living room sofa was moved and I mowed the lawn behind it. It wasn't as bad as I was expecting. Only one stuffed mouse.

Then I retired to the basement patio and watched fall until late afternoon. I did mention it was a very slow walk.

Saturday, October 21, 2017

Not Yet

There is already a very good start on barren, but the forest is still mostly green. I blame it on the mini-drought and hurricane winds.

I expect the color to arrive shortly. On our mountain at least, it looks to be on the thin side. But there are still green, fully lush mountains everywhere I go. Fall will come.

See out yonder through the utility window are tree covered mountains galore.

The actual experience of it is more down to earth in a fading Tall Flower Meadow.

There is one more day of delightful weather before rain and cold arrive. I will be enjoying it quietly at home, perhaps even sitting a spell on the basement patio to watch autumn arrive.

This little salvia reappeared in full bloom from beneath a giant Joe Pye. Many things are reappearing as the meadow fades away.

Not a bad view from the basement patio. I can see plenty trees.

I'm not quite ready to cut down the dried carcass of Joe Pye. Structure and texture are part of a good garden tableau. Plus I can hide behind it from the scenic byway as I adjust to the rubberneckers being able to slow down and peer in as the forest trees begin to thin.

Not yet. It's getting there. Autumn will be declared this coming week for sure.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Using The Service Entrance

Given the opportunity, I rode home early on a beautiful fall day. Some rest and relaxation will do me good. The fall, perennials chop down is in full swing and there is a long way to go before the first garden is declared closed for winter.

Fall chop down in the wild cultivated gardens won't even begin until winter has made a significant effort in getting the knock down started. Why would I anyway? There is so much still going on in the Tall Flower Meadow as it fades away. I would loose a few weeks of the time of vegetation by chopping it down now. The barren time will be here soon enough.

There is time before dinner. Let's go for a slow walk in a wild fading meadow on a beautiful fall afternoon. I don't go via the service entrance often, but this is a new season in the garden. Time to shake things up.

It's a nice service entrance.

The most recent connector path through the forest has been a much used big improvement. Editing 101 - Paths. Use them. Keep them open. For a gardener the rest will naturally follow. This section of forest is getting tidy.

The back entrance also has a nice view of the Great Lawn and lower half of the garden.

Stepping out of the forest I see Miss Collar has decided to join me. She likes an escort these days. It's scary out there with all the wild things.

Miscanthus sinensis 'Morning Light'.

Back in the forest on the other side, the Syneilesis aconitifolia, Shredded Umbrella Leaf, is holding its foliage well to the end.

Like most plants suggested for shade, more sun would do them good. They are doing well over time. They are not being robust in size or spread. I like robust. I lack the sun.

My garden really is amazing. I have been enjoying these early fall afternoons while the weather has been delightful.

Some people will get it.

In Ku'ulei 'Aina.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Winding Down

A matching set of two what I think are Pinus contorta 'Taylor's Sunburst' followed me last week. They were half dead from last year's drought and no longer pretty enough. They will get a second chance with me in a less drought susceptible soil.

In three to four years I could have some nice looking pines. Or not.

I hope that is what they are since the only full sun location I had was behind the roadside vegetable garden under the utility lines. They need to be the slow growing dwarfs I think they are.

I wait for autumn. The color is slow in coming. I would expect a bit more pizazz than I am seeing by the middle of October.

Growing has stopped. Brown desiccation is more plentiful at the moment than color.

The garden season is over. Winter and I will take our time and put the garden to bed in the nick of time as usual for the bulbs to rise in February.

Joe Pye died one night while I wasn't looking. Now the seed will go forth and multiply.

The fading process is interesting, not near as exhilarating as the fresh green emergence of spring.

Other things will help make the winter garden interesting.

Last night the forest went silent. The night singing bugs are very much on an on/off temperature switch. We dipped well into the off position.

There was frost across the scenic byway on my neighbor's scalped hillside of grass this morning and none in my forest or meadow. All this wild helps hold the heat.

The leaves are falling brown without color. One would expect that to change very soon. Where's autumn?

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Bloom Day Meditation

The weather has been delightful. Today and the last two evenings were spent being in the garden, in a deliberate effort to check out from all the noise. I highly recommend it.

The garden was needing me again and this is last call for big flower displays until the snowdrops emerge. Mums and asters take the garden into frost. The first one could happen this week.

As the meadow thins and bends, the paths close off once again. The Under Garden begins to peak through.

I ambled through the garden cutting mostly spent flower stems to make ambling along the paths that much easier. I began the clearing process around the planted plants, many which constitute the Under Garden, so that as the meadow falls down, it won't fall on those plants.

When you wander there are fall blooming crocus to be found.

I attended to a number of chores in between bouts of sitting and being in the garden. And the truth is I am an old man now. Joints are creaking. Parts are failing. My age is settling in. The engine is in fine working order. Some parts are beginning to fade. There will need to be some adjustments.

Sheffie Mums bloom out there in the wild.

I picked up lots of sticks and branches after the hurricanes, but otherwise the garden didn't need me. It was somewhat thrashed, but doing just fine. That will be a nice feature to have in the garden in the years to come, long periods when the garden can just be.

I clipped and wandered, opening the paths, and once again as the paths opened up, all was well with the garden. Even this late in the season, clear, visible, easy to traverse paths are the key to calm in the wild cultivated gardens. When the paths are open, all else can be forgiven.

The Shasta Daisy are doing a late flush of bloom this year.

I did ID this aster some time back. Once again, it is an unknown.

The Blue Wood Asters are well past peak. Cheery remnants remain.

The Sisters will be arriving in a couple of weeks to take Bulbarella south. It is berry near the end.

I sat and strolled and clipped and wondered. The Sisters are going to get a simple and easy gardening lesson while they are here. I hope the weather cooperates. It is possible that three old bodies might equal one that is a bit more intact.

What good are berries if they are buried in the Lush?

Editing for Beginners - Keep the paths open. Better to see the Tatarian Aster.

I did step off the path a number of times and clear out around many of my baby trees and shrubberies. The planted plants have been growing. They are becoming a substantial feature of the garden. I can see a time in my decrepitude when the Under Garden is the garden and the meadow is an easy side note.

I am really looking forward to seeing the winter Under Garden of a low mounding tapestry of texture and color this year. The plants are looking very good. Patience. The meadow will fade on its own time. The client's gardens will be put to bed. Then my main garden chore of the year can begin, cutting three acres of wild flowers down. I start around the dwarf conifers on the slope below the cabin and move out from there. I have all winter to do it.

It's not quite over yet and the fading meadow has a charm of its own. More so when the paths are kept open.

The big bloom is gone, but Bloom Day lives on at May Dreams Gardens. Stop in and have a look around.