Sunday, November 5, 2017

Until Then Had Been


Was it late last summer when my neighbor fired up his pizza oven? 


Meteorologically warm, yet cool to the skin, and moisture so deep it rises over fields and edges and the tragic flesh of collapsing gourds.



This was late summer, last year.


What until then had been?


Amazed and horrified by my productivity and fruitlessness.


Sunday, October 8, 2017

Do The Right Thing...


...and plant some goldenrod, Solidago species, somewhere on your grounds. As I painted this portion of the house a few weeks ago, creatures of all stripes feasted. 



The bumble.



Sweat Bee, Augochlora pura (Pure Green Augochlora). I used to call them Christmas ball bees.



No pollinating insects ever seen on the mums. Is it because of the frog? I don't think so.



After the Solidago species decline, the asters, or what used to be called asters, take over where the goldenrod left off to provide insects with their last great bounty of pollen for the season. Here in the woods we have lots of, err, asters. I purchased Sky Blue or Azure Aster, Symphyotrichum oolentangiense, to add to the intense yellows of the mini prairie/savannah I planted at north eastern edge of the new studio building. I tray seeded Short's Aster, Symphyotrichum shortii, for shaded to partly shaded areas south of the building but under a large basswood tree. Then there are the many that grow quite naturally in the woods and more commonly, at its edges. I was close to naming them all, until they changed the names! 



Although a well-blooming sedum will give asters and goldenrod a run for their money. There was a record Painted Lady, Vanessa cardui, migration this year. A September day with sun could easily show dozens in the garden.



Sadly, not all Monarchs make the transition. This one had its wing in dried in a coil.



As I write we are well into autumn. This yellow leaf landing on the still immature iceberg lettuce nearly three weeks ago.



And my single summer sprouted green bean is producing a bounty -just one plant has provided plenty.



Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Must

There are things you must do that you decided are a must, but no one else, or maybe someone else, but why should we care about the rules of others in matters not of their concern? A lesson graciously provided, over and over again.


 Although house work looms at the preface of autumn, the introduction to day.


Early autumn is a fantastic spectre of shortened days, shortened seasons, and shortened lives. Who decides what must be your day?


I stop to photograph the sand hill cranes whose prehistoric call so often heard, their bodies little seen. 


Walk to see small victories of woods gardening -an aster...


recovering jewelweed...


and the appearance of zig zag goldenrod along the drainage we attended to for three springs.

Now, on to applications for grants, house painting, plant planting, drainage installing, arboretum course development, and all the other allergenic musts that occupy any given day.