Friday, October 24, 2014

Chasing Autumn

It has been hard to get the colors in a distant view to show up this year. The lighting never seems to be just right.





















In my travels I see all kinds of views. One day it is lit up majestic. The next time it is as dull as paste.





















We are at peak now. Those distant hills are covered in a golden orange. Trust me.





















It is far easier to capture fall up close and personal, in direct contact with the forest.





















Back home in the low light of the setting sun it is even easier.

The collectibles are starting to pile up in the parking lot. I need to spread them out.





















A sampling of maples shows the diverse range of colors available.





















Yellow has been a strong favorite this year.





















A garden path through this section is in the works. Planting and editing will be kept to a minimum. Nature will be in charge. The gardener will keep it tidy.

Autumn will obviously be a focal point in time. I need to remember that when selecting which trees to allow to grow back. I'm already chasing future autumns.


Thursday, October 23, 2014

Until The Frigid End

Red poles and yellow maples.





















Mr. Button in a tree.





















The Yellie Mum in the autumn glow.



























The Pink Mum is still going.





















Next year the patch will be four times this size.





















A hint of the under garden with a last ditch bloom.





















Blue sky and colorful trees as the shadow of a mountain covers the cozy cabin.


Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Good Enough

Up close and personal autumn is doing fine. I think it is the drive home that is the cause of my disappointment. Most days it has been very sunny and the distant mountains are bleached of color. The ongoing wind gives a dusty cast from the upturned leaves and it all just looks bland.

The drive this morning under partly cloudy skies was a different story. The mountains were glowing.





















All Miss Collar knows is it is a bit too cool in the morning for her tender sensibilities and she won't go out until I leave and force the issue. She poses with pumpkins from the dung pile. Are you sure it's time to go out?



















Remnant asters continue to bloom. I still have mums and the native Witch Hazel is beginning to bloom.



























Autumn moves on bringing more and differnt colors by the day.



























I have been watching for and assisting the under garden to reappear. That will have to carry me through the winter. That and a list of winter chores. That is assuming my work kind work slows down at some point.





















A cozy cabin is tucked in the autumn forest for all the leaf peepers to glimpse.





















This fall is good enough, quite nice actually.





















And the oaks have yet to turn.


Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Wending Through Fall






















When the light is right there are small pockets of intense color.



























When the light isn't great, I have a photo editor to bump things up a notch.





















This is the autumn we are having, not the best, but not terrible.





















The fading ferns are looking awesome.





















The myriad colors on a leaf strewn path are delightful.






















The faded Tall Flower Meadow has turned to a white froth that disperses and adheres as you pass through.





















While the forest gives up its leaves.





















The time of vegetation is almost complete.


Monday, October 20, 2014

More Muted Fall

There is still time for things to go vibrant.





















An odd amount of green still lingers out there for so late in October.





















By now we coulda had snow. We shoulda had some hard frosts. Neither has happened. Maybe that's what's messing with the fall color.


Sunday, October 19, 2014

A Mediocre Fall

I've seen better displays. There is more yellow and brown this year than the fiery reds and oranges. Such is the way it is. Even a mediocre fall has plenty of color and it will all be over soon. It's best to enjoy what you get.





















The grasses don't have color, but there is nothing better at catching the light.



















And when the time comes they will catch the frost.





















I'm starting to get ready for when the time comes. My discard variegated Feather Reed Grass got planted in a freshly weeded dung pile to hold them until spring. I'll have a better idea of where I want to place them when the Lush is gone. They will get divided at planting time to make more.





















A few more weeks of autumn remain before the barren time settles in. I should make my winter project list.


Saturday, October 18, 2014

Morning On The Mountain

It was still cold when the sun briefly peeked though unexpected clouds. I blame it on the wind.





















Sunshine. Will it warm up before the guests arrive?





















A most pleasant afternoon in Asheville followed. BBQ was involved.




















Now I sit eating a box of chocolate covered macadamia nuts, a bit of aloha from Miss Nalani. More days should be like this.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Last Chance

Time is running out. The macrophylla hydrangeas that all pretty much froze to the ground last winter are just now big enough and mature enough to bloom. Very shortly they will get frozen again. Such is their fate every other year it seems.



























I have one of these blue lacecaps out there in the Lush. It froze to the ground last winter. Because it was newly planted the previous fall, there wasn't much of a crown for regrowth. It finally grew back to small shrub size, but it didn't get big enough to bloom. Maybe next year.

Despite what the marketeers say, all H. macrophylla bloom best on older mature canes. Having those canes survive the winter and late spring freezes is the challenge at the edge of their tolerance. Root hardy, no problem. Tons of flowers, iffy.





















In my travels I see all kind of views. I'm beginning to wonder if this is not going to be a fall showing for the record books. Lighting is critical to the intensity of color, but this year just feels muted. Maybe next week will prove me wrong.