Thursday, October 17, 2019

A Walk Up the Driveway

For a sack of peppers

And beyond

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Good To The Last Aster

The Time of Vegetation began in a flood and ends in a drought. There were no meadow flattening events all season. Just too many damn varmints. At least there weren't any loose cows this year. It was a very good year of Bloom Days.

Good to the last aster.

The first real cold is arriving tomorrow and settling in for a couple days. The lows will be close enough to freezing to qualify as first frost arriving on the average schedule. It won't be a killing freeze. The Time of Vegetation can still slowly fade away in a blaze of color.

The native, Blue Wood Aster, Symphyotrichum cordifolium is the last dominant wild flower in the forest to finish blooming. It ends in blue then turns to fire before the Barren Time.

Mums can extend the bloom season just a couple weeks longer. They do struggle with the competition. That reminds me, I need to give the super pink one, 'Clara Curtis' another try.

That's my October Bloom Day report.

Monday, October 14, 2019

I Wandered Next Door And Back

The truth is, my eye sight is better than my picture taking. Monet lives in the camera with my natural vibration and shows up in pictures. That really messes with my eyes on the computer screen. It's some kind of vicious circle.

I played with the tripod and it made a big difference. It's just too cumbersome to wander and putter with. Oh well, Monet.

The slide show is always better for picture looking.

The pig pecked holes are attracting attention along the scenic byway. Two nice young gentlemen stopped to inspect. They were very enthusiastic. I returned the enthusiasm. Sadly, they had not been dispatched by the land owner. We discussed the restrictions and possibilities.

I wandered the front and eastern perimeters.

A garden spirit turned handsome flesh passed through just yesterday.

I went looking for more.

The Rattler gets busy this time of year.

Every so often a sweet jewel slips briefly over the side.

A fleeting moment to savor

Along the scenic byway, high on the low spot of a North Carolina mountain top.

In the land of the Crooked Shed.

Sunday, October 13, 2019

It Always Becomes Ephemera

The front porch will need to be coming in soon. Some colder cool is indicated for mid week. The tray of angel wing begonia cuttings need to be potted up and sent out to the universe. They just need a short greenhouse stay elsewhere first. I will have to finagle that.

Trinkets will get rearranged for winter.

I deliberately put a big fat bundle of finished liatris spikes in the back of my truck for the twenty five mile drive home. I watched the seed flying out the whole way.  A ton of seed was left in the bed of the truck when the stems got tossed in the rubbish pile. Big handfuls of seed were tossed in the garden I visited the next day. More seed will go flying on the drive to town tomorrow.

I am a plant vector.

Some trinkets are made to last. I've become pretty well convinced that no one is likely to come after me and willingly move huge piles of stacked rocks. But time, gravity and wild pigs may have the final say. They are not likely to get restacked either.

Tatarian Aster is closing out the season upright and proud. This aster runs. I have not seen evidence of it self sowing yet.

Smooth sumac is one of the first to go in a dry spell.

How long will it last?

Pieces of time captured in metal and stone.

I started building the cozy cabin in June of 2007. It was finished and I moved in June of 2011. In 2019 the first real home maintenance and repair work has started to come up. Time rubs the new off things.

The monarchs keep coming. Soon I will be out of asters.

Looking through the window of time.

Thursday, October 10, 2019

Before It Comes To An End

Peak aster petered out with the drought. This close to potential freeze time is pretty much the usual schedule of things though.

But the show isn't over just yet.

There are still plenty asters about.

The blue is fading.

The dead dried brown will soon be joined by the opposite of blue on the color wheel.

The flowers are fading.

Turning to seed to spread on the wind.

The roadside vegetable garden had a pretty good year coming back from its neglected feral state and enduring several random acts of pestilence. It always makes more food than I have the chef for. The remaining okra will be harvested for seed. The remaining green tomatoes are at the mercy of the weather.

All these years later, the Sheffie Mum let loose in the wild keeps returning.

Not yet. The forest will turn. There will come a day of autumn perfection. The time of vegetation will come to an end.

Tuesday, October 8, 2019


The meadow bows to the earth before it returns.
Let the Fall begin.

Sunday, October 6, 2019

Shed Doodling

I have had two full weekends off in a row without an urgent list. The nice thing about that is I can move at the pace of a sloth and do whatever stikes my fancy. My body and my state of mind needed it.

The Crooked Shed now has a full compliment of shelves and they are already loaded with stuff. A number of items have left the house for good.

I wandered the entire mountain top at the pace of a sloth. Looking. It took both days. The first cool of autumn arrived in a very dry condition. There was about ten seconds of spit. Real rain might happen tomorrow.

I walked my deer hunter's trails deep into the forest, up and around to the house next door.

The flowers of the Tall Flower Meadow are fading into dry without any freezing. They will be well primed for freeze dried. The first cold will add urgent to a small list of winterizing, but there is no way of telling when that will happen anymore.

It is cool, dry, dry, dry and dried out. The spectacle of fall is about to commence with or without water. Next up for the Crooked Shed is the base for a tile floor and a metal ground skirt to keep the varmints from moving in underneath.