Friday, August 31, 2018

Biker Down

My friend and neighbor emailed to let me know he had a stroke and was in the VA hospital. The bad news keeps rumbling in. That is two strokes and two melanomas divided among three people I know in the last month.

I have been witness to two destructive and expensive lightning strikes just weeks apart and possible victim as a regular inhabitant of both strike zones. These are just ripples on the surface of the deep pool of bad news I have been swimming in of late. The universe is screaming, 'Duck and Cover'. I'm still standing, but I do not trust that I won't be next. Evil has been unleashed. It stalks the land.

This is a big part of why I have been so quiet of late. I do not want to breath that bad energy back out into the universe. The less I type the better.

The Tall Flower Meadow bends under the weight of heavy rains these last two evenings. Not far down the road a mighty wind snapped a couple trees off at the ground. The heavy pressure pushing down keeps flowing by.

I'm trying to bend.

Monday, August 27, 2018

A Walk In The Inbetween Time

The Tall Flower Meadow is rocking the house. You know what to do.

Saturday, August 25, 2018

A Place To Pray

What will be left in 200 years? Can you design a garden that will last that long? Most certainly not in this current form of a temperate rain forest. You can intentionally leave something for the future archeologists. You can imagine leaving a place to pray for humans of the future. It is part of the earth who we are.

Click on a picture for the slide show. There may come a time when we will need to remember how the earth once could be.

Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Rain Delay

I was chased home by a major downpour midday. It was all over by the time I got home. Only rarely would I turn around and go back. Today was not that rare day. Instead I did nothing. The only guilt involved is that doesn't make money. I can make money tomorrow.

Sunshine and a nice breeze dried the top of a meadow pretty quick. My ground however approaches bog conditions in this year of regular rains. On with the muck boots and out for a stroll.

The Great Lawn and the paths got whacked over the weekend. Can you tell?

What I am seeing at this point in the season of the Tall Flower Meadow, is this is the Land of Joe Pye.

More makes a bigger and better statement than some. More Goldenrod is soon to be here even in my ruthless culling of the one species, Solidago canadensis. There will be more ruthless in the years to come.

At first I was going to wander and edit. I was quickly distracted by the pretty and switched from gloves and clippers to the camera. The light was right and the rain could come again at any time.

I've been contemplating a new installation in my boggy ground.

More makes a bigger statement and in the time of vegetation my tastefully displayed collection of junk is absorbed, making individual pieces new discoveries as you wander the garden.

The forest can and will absorb everything in time.

Right now in a sunny opening, a Tall Flower Meadow is set to burst into massive bloom.

Doing nothing in it was worth being chased home by a major downpour.

Sunday, August 19, 2018

Now Showing

The Tall Flower Meadow is fully loaded and in the on position. The Goldenrods are starting to bloom.

Another week slipped by. It contained a good number of unsettling events. I am glad to see it go. On Monday things can start over fresh.

Out there in a meadow the newest acquisition, Scutellaria incana, is blooming its blue head off. I sure hope it likes it here and spreads like crazy. One can hope a native plant will turn wild.

The ironweed did.

More so in the disturbed ground of the roadside vegetable garden than in the competition of a Tall Flower Meadow.

No matter. There are more. Abundance is the nature of a meadow.