Showing posts with label North Carolina. Show all posts
Showing posts with label North Carolina. Show all posts

Friday, February 7, 2014

Short Bursts Of Sun

There were repeated failed attempts at sunshine today.



















The rimed world had remained through the night. It is a sight to be hold. In the sunshine it is like being inside a crystal cathedral.





















Up there closer to the heavens, elevation matters,





















I live up there in the rime.


Thursday, December 26, 2013

Back To The Snow

It was pouring rain when I left. There was a conversion at some point while I was gone. And on the shortest days of the year there was not enough sunshine or warmth to melt it all.





















Now I am back. Time to add more layers. The kitties were happy to see me.

Friday, November 1, 2013

The Oaks Turn

In rusty reds





















Against the crystalline blue sky





















Up and down the mountains


Thursday, October 31, 2013

The Road Home

Drive Slow.




































































Wednesday, October 23, 2013

It Was Spitting Snow

Up high on the low spot of a North Carolina mountain top when I came home this afternoon.





















Long underwear weather is here.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Redbuds, Yellow Mustard And Broken Crockery

It's another misty, rainy, windy and cool weekend, not good for being out in the garden for long. There is a flood watch coming up next. I went to town to do some errands to avoid being cooped up all day. There was no rush, so I stopped and took a few pictures along the scenic byway.

This redbud tree was a sapling once.




















A field in waiting for the time to plant is lined in brilliant yellow.





















Who sees weeds and who sees wildflowers?




















The cool mist kept at it. The real rain just wasn't happening. The wind had ebbed down a notch. What the heck. I put on my long underwear and went out to garden.

First I transplanted my Birdfoot Violet, Viola pedata, to a sunnier location. It had been nagging me ever since I read this violet likes full sun. It's former home was close to where I wanted to put the new broken crockery. While I was there I started digging a shelf for the cracked pot. It kept misting. I kept going.





















The cracked pot was placed just above a clump of Hakonechloa macra, Japanese Forest Grass, that has done absolutely nothing but survive in the four or five years since it was planted. There were two. The voles ate the other one.

I planted my new Tiarella just inside the opening of the pot and my two new Aruncus dioicus, Goat's Beard, were planted above the pot. The white bloom spikes of these new plants will draw the eye to the submerged vessel. I expect these new native additions to actually prosper in this environment.






















The Objets d' art accumulate. The mental battle of is it junk, is it kitsch, is it folk art, is it real art, wages on. My West Asheville examples tell me go all out or don't bother. I'm well on my way .... to becoming a roadside attraction. Five dolla. You can come look closer.



























A real garden grows to become a botanical attraction. Golden Ragwort currently sweeps across my planting field. I see a wildflower. It will only be weeded when it is in the way.


Friday, May 3, 2013

Fresh

New leaves on the forest's trees




















Fresh green grass in a field for hay





















Fresh new iris abandoned in the tall flower meadow.



























The world is made new once more.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Spring Grass


Sunday, April 14, 2013

High Up

From atop Doggett mountain in Madison County, North Carolina.





















That grassy bald peak in the center right is Max Patch. It isn't the only mountain top with amazing views.

It's always fun to go looking at land and houses with my realtor friend. She takes me places I would never get to on my own. Snooping at other people's houses is really kind of fun.





















Closer to the ground spring is rising up. I had forgotten about this fully double Bloodroot, a gift from Kathy Purdy's rural New York garden that I received during last year's Asheville Fling. It was a nice surprise.



























I remembered the Virginia Bluebell, Mertensia virginica she gave me and had been scanning the ground for a week or two waiting to see if it survived the relocation. Yes it did. Now let it be happy and multiply.



























The existing, resident spring ephemeral wildflowers are also waking up. The Dutchman's Breeches, Dicentra cucullaria is spreading itself further into the garden becoming. My editing endeavors, or thug removal, seem to be having an effect. Ground is being made available for the more delicate inhabitants of the forest floor. 





















The native Bloodroot and a good number of trilliums already live in the garden becoming though they are not as plentiful as they are in the forest on the other side of my driveway. Yet. I plan to move some over when they are finished blooming. The gardener can certainly hurry the process along.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Arbor Day At The Karate Massage Parlor

A client tells me he has been getting massages for his neck troubles and the place he goes is in desperate need of some landscaping. He asks me to dig up some of the sapling trees from his garden that I have allowed to grow at his request and plant them at the massage studio.





















I did a drive by a couple weeks ago because he didn't really answer all the site questions I had when he told me where it was. He's talking trees and I am thinking sidewalks, parking, utility lines above and below ground, buildings, neighbors, you know, the things you need to consider before you go planting trees.

He was right. The karate massage parlor was in desperate need of some landscaping. It was a very plain building in an ocean of grass. There was not a single tree or shrub to be seen.





















It was a good day for transplanting. It was partly sunny and cool. The sapling trees were still dormant in late winter. The ground wasn't frozen and another big rain is coming.

I still had questions, but the karate instructor man couldn't meet me there so I did the best I could. I scoped out where the utilities were coming in to the building and what was happening in the surroundings.

Those five brown spots in the lawn are a few of the freshly planted things. There is one redbud in the foreground and two baby doublefile viburnums just to the left. Way out on the lawn next to the railroad tracks are two chestnut trees. I planted the chestnuts to help hide the parked train cars in front of the industrial building right across the tracks. On the other side of the studio I planted one more redbud and another chestnut.

They all came up with good root balls. Plenty of rain and years of decomposing mulch make for easy digging. Let there be trees and shrubberies.





















This part of Waynesville is the historic Frog Level of town. My guess about how it got its name was right.





















Now there will be more trees on the edge of a historic part of town thanks to some chronic neck pain and a man who can't bear to throw away perfectly good trees and shrubberies and his gardener who has a similar disposition.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Up Where I Live






































Home. A small house on a big mountain.


Friday, October 26, 2012

The Russet Tones

The abundant russet tones are a clear sign that the end of autumn is near. The rusty colors of the oaks, the last to go, now dominate.




















The organization of fallen leaves has begun in earnest. There will be several weeks of organizing leaves ahead.




















Fall will finish as the first real frost heads this way. There is even a chance for a touch of snow. But this is 30's cold not 20's cold so autumn won't come to a crushing end.


























I will be organizing leaves and putting the beds down for winter




















As the last of the leaves fall from the forest trees.




















A new season rushes towards us.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Eaglenest Ridge

The low end. It rises much higher but I have to be across town to see it.




















High on the low spot we are approaching the remnants of autumn. The barren time is near.




















The last to turn, the baby Kousa Dogwood is one of the few reds this year. It was red last year.




















Autumn was different this year, more yellow, more russet. The colors were less vibrant. The weathers however have been the epitome of Indian Summer and quite spectacular.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Wolfpen Mountain


Thursday, October 18, 2012

Looking Down The Line

A thin line through the forest brings me electricity.




















To light up my trees.


Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Autumn Colors

The turning time is in full swing. Entire mountain tops have changed to shades of orange.




















There are other mums at this time of year, many mums perhaps, but I have been seeing the Pink Sheffie Mum in so many places I go. I think it is being gladly shared.




















There will be more than enough of the Yellie Mum to divide and spread come spring. It finishes blooming so late it may be best to wait til then.




















Maples trees come in many colors. This area was thinned last year of misshapen and poorly placed trees. It isn't quite so dramatic this fall. Not to worry. Baby trees will grow tall.




















The other high spot has begun to turn. It takes two high spots to make me the low spot, high on a North Carolina mountain top.



















It's a magical time of year when the world is ablaze with color, the nights are pleasantly cool and the sunny days are just perfect.