Sunday, October 31, 2021

Where Have All The Crisp Edges Gone

I can understand how the crisp edges fade away from the hands and eyes of Monet and what is left but the impression.

There were a great many more detailed plant closeup pictures when this garden blog started a long time ago.

Time and the constant vibration of life continually wear away at crisp edges. Detailed closeups became harder to capture.

The essence of garden grew up in the wild. The arrangement of things mattered as much as the individual plants.

The arrangement of things. Shifting in time.

Left with an impression.

The promise of a crisp sunny Halloween Day was obliterated in the penetrating cold wet days long drizzle of the NW flow. Things could be different on the other side of the mountain. The arrangement of things. Next time it will be snow.


Thursday, October 28, 2021

Peak Peeping

The Sisters arrived for the week of peak fall color. Many fine suppers have ensued.

My favorite was the venison chili with black turtle beans both fresh from the garden.

All manner of fine produce has been consumed. Root crops and squash are a big part of a fall roadside vegetable garden.

We have been eating the kind of hearty plant based diet that would make all your doctors proud. If I only had a chef.

The colors of the forest kept getting more intense by the day.

Then a mighty big wind started to blow.

Out peak peeping.

Sunday, October 24, 2021

On A Fine Fall Day

The first supper with fresh dug fine produce was chicken with parsnips, carrots, potato and sweet potato squash in ginger, turmeric and coconut milk. Now you may wander off for a relaxing stroll in a forest aiming towards peak color.

Thursday, October 21, 2021

Let The Color Begin

The same scene in a different light.

The color should be good for the Sisters next week. A little rain may be involved. If they look close there are autumn crocus about. I should check the status of the fall blooming Witch Hazel. There are root crops to harvest, squash to bake, a few beets to boil and Black Turtle Beans to shell. There is also a sack of bulbs to plant.

It is going to be a busy week.

Tuesday, October 19, 2021

Ain't No Sunshine

On my tile floors. So I consider the entire mopping process a failure.

The sad truth that keeps repeating itself to me is that the forest trees are fourteen years taller and the sun in my meadow and on my house is forever shrinking. The mountain across the byway is growing taller. I may not see freshly mopped tile floors until the leaves fall and by then it may be too late.

Click on the picture. It will mess with your head.

Two of the four bears I saw at work bright and early Monday morning. I garden with bears.

Saturday, October 16, 2021

Miracle At Betsy's Gap

The tile floors in the cozy cabin got mopped for the first time ever. It wasn't as complicated of a procedure as I was expecting. There was a full mopping. The sun will come out tomorrow and I will be able to tell if it actually worked.

Picking tile the color of my dirt was one of the smartest design choices I made in building the house. It may be another ten years before I have to mop them again.

The Sisters will be arriving next weekend to fetch their mother for winter storage. The first hint of fall color and the second hint of cool is washing over the mountains in a breezy grey mist. I started cleaning last month. Then the stars aligned and a mopping happened.

Then this happened. My potted plants are too big for my house.

Thursday, October 14, 2021

Blue Aster And The Feral Mums

It's another Bloom Day. That is Carol at May Dreams fun day. I have a functioning photo editing work around and can still participate.

I have been much too lazy to bother making any decisions about a permanent fix to my photo editing and storage issues. That is the opposite of manic. I have blue wood asters.

Blooming throughout a forest turning with the first color.

Leaves are falling when the Monkshood comes out.

Tatarian in full bloom. 

After all these years the Sheffie Mums persist.

They persist in two colors. One of these years I might plant some sprigs in a proper weeded bed and have big mum balls again.

We all live feral now.

In a gilded cage a day early for Bloom Day. Oops. Maybe there is a bit of a manic edge. It's another Bloom Day eventually.

Sunday, October 10, 2021

Blue Senescence

The Voodoo Lilies have turned to mush
Without a hint of frost.
A Maryllis ponder their fate
Into dry storage and forced to bloom.

In a blue world bent over.

Senescence like falling in deep blue waters.

The bones will rise again as green flesh slips away in fire and frost.

The Under Garden draws near.

Saturday, October 9, 2021

In A Gilded Cage

Trapped in time in a human culture you can not escape, the cage might as well be shiny.

The lining of the nest. The painting in a cave.

Coiled and sprung loose.

Wednesday, October 6, 2021

Blue Poison

Things have turned wet after a nice sunny dry spell. Other than that the start of October has been rather uneventful, thank you, save for the murder suspect spotted a few mountains over. 

The Monkshood, Aconitum uncinatum I presume, is blooming and visible from my dry front porch perch among all the wet blue aster flop. This is a very late bloom time.

It is highly poisonous. I have a number of toxic and medicinal plants growing well in the wild cultivated gardens.

I planted the poison for the interesting deep blue flowers. Monkshood's poisonous relation, the Doll's Eyes, got planted for the cool toxic berries. No berries this year. The Doll's Eyes got stomped on or frozen the last couple years.

More wet is on the way. What else will October bring?