Sunday, December 5, 2021

In Constantly Shifting Light

I ponder.

Saturday, December 4, 2021

The Winter Garden Of Ku'ulei 'Aina

In constantly shifting light. It is coming along nicely. Click on a picture for the slideshow.

Wednesday, December 1, 2021

Da Bones

Will now play in winter light and weathers.

I will mostly sit back and watch.

And pick up sticks.

I have good garden bones now, if a bit unusual. 

Imagine time.

Ku'ulei 'Aina in constantly shifting light.

Sunday, November 28, 2021

Chop Chop

Early this morning.

Later in the day.

There was no snow assist forthcoming and I was ready for the Under Garden to come out. For all practical purposes, the barren time of winter is here.

In that short window of as warm as it is going to get, I got chopping. Chop. Chop. A new garden for winter is born. Looking good all things considered.

It grows more visible from afar by the year.

The roadside vegetable garden got tidied a couple of days ago. There are still root crops (parsnips, carrot and potato) to harvest when wanted.

Not to worry. I didn't cut it all down. There are acres of freeze dried meadow left to catch the winter light. And I am lazy. Let the snow smash it all down. I'll deal with the remnants next year.

Friday, November 26, 2021

Lights Off In The Goth Period

No snow. It was a false alarm.

Thursday, November 25, 2021

The Holiday Lights Begin

To see it, I just have to be home when it happens and that is not always the case. Sunshine and a day off have to align.

The Japanese Holiday Tree is ready for winter. It has started to glitter. Seven new bling are hooked and ready to hang.

The plan was to chop everything down today and set the Under Garden free.

But the first snow is going to happen in the night and I thought it would be nice to see the dried meadow covered in frosting before it is all gone. The sun may come back before the frosting melts. It's gonna be COLD.

Tomorrow there will be snow and cold.

On a lovely sunshiny Turkey Day, the roadside vegetable garden got tidied instead. The Under Garden got fluffed.

The winter lights were out today and the full blooming Witch Hazel lit up like it was plugged in.

I played with that image.

Not knowing how it would turn out.

Sunshine on glass baubles is an elusive energy to capture.

I try.

The Crooked Shed lit up when the rays finally made it down to the bottom of the driveway. I stirred into motion with the sun and a rising warmish. When it happens, my full sunshine is 10 to 2 ish these days.

Freeze dried seed heads positively glow.

The crack in the world continues to expand. It is made visible in shadows of dim light.

Stone will last longer, longer than me.

Saturday, November 20, 2021

The Under Garden Peeks Out

The freezing nights continue. No snow. The remains grow more skeletal by the day. This is the beginning. A new garden is being born.

Smoke remains in the air as a growing and thickening normality. Are the fires out west still burning? Firewood has always been a normal fuel here. But this?

Many stones have been added this year. The heiau grew taller in inches. How tall will it get before stones cease to gather?

A day will come and the Under Garden of winter will be set free. How much did it grow this summer?

Monday, November 15, 2021

A Bloom Day Stroll In Cold Sunshine.

It was too cold to work last Saturday so I stayed home and looked out from my front porch. A deceptive sunshine ruled the day. The wind chilly wasn't lying.

I had spotted my target for November's Bloom Day a few days ago. The sun was out. I was at home for the event. So I waited for that short window of 'as warm as it is going to get' and went out for a stroll.

It wasn't too cold for the Witch Hazels, Hamamelis virginiana, to be out, not with this sunshine and temperatures above freezing.

My minimum operating temperature is 40 degrees. If there isn't going to be enough time above that, I stay home. That doesn't mean I can't go for a walk in the gardens to visit the Witch Hazels for Bloom Day. The native Witch Hazel is the last bloom of the season until the snowdrops next year. Not bad. The snowdrops wake up in January.

While I was out there during the best part of the day I put a cage around the Florida Torreya taxifolia. Just in case. This is an endangered plant that got stranded in Florida after the last ice age, only 10,000 years ago, that is being assisted in migration back north. One found its way to me. A little research tells me they are already being cultivated successfully in Asheville and in Waynesville at 3600 feet. Will it survive at 4000 feet? Will it get eaten by varmints? Good luck little one.

The full naked forest is almost here, not many leaves left. Some things last and some things don't. Nothing lasts forever.

The killing frosts arrived with thick drizzle and cold sunshine. No snow. That will be along shortly as the Under Garden of winter reappears in a frozen meadow.

This evening a vibration of Monet spoke up, it's Bloom Day. The Last Blue Aster On The Mountain.