Monday, October 5, 2015

Blue Asters On The Mountain

It stopped raining and the sun was half way out. I walked next door to supper for the first time in many days. I saw blue asters.

The mountain is covered in blue asters. They may get perkier as they dry out.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Slightly Battered

We got lucky, only 12 inches of rain in the last ten days. South Carolina got smacked with that much rain in as many hours and then some. Now a lot of that water that fell east of the continental divide is headed towards an already flooded South Carolina.

My water flows to Tennessee. I won't be adding to South Carolina's misery.

I have been stuck inside for three days while it rained. So have the cats. We are handling it.

I did venture out today. It actually stopped raining. The garden isn't anymore battered than it already was from the first nine inches of rain. Once something has been laid low, a little more rain can't hurt.

I woke up to no power when a certain varmint wanted out. When I woke up again three hours later, I rose to the sound of chainsaws. The utility company was clearing the line that branches off of the roadside vegetable garden pole, crosses the byway and goes to one of my neighbor's houses.

They chopped and dropped on his side of the byway, thank you, and then on up the driveway. What I want to know is why is our electric line is so sensitive to flapping branches? It shuts off the power in the least amount of wind just from branches touching the lines.

I have seen plenty of places in town where the trees literally rest on the wires for weeks and months at a time. Nobody in town seems to be losing power like we do on a regular basis. What's up with that?

The sun may come out tomorrow. It may be out for most of the week. The battered garden has one last chance to perk up and be blue before it is all over. Think perky!

Friday, October 2, 2015

A Wet Bat House

Stuff accumulates

And a rusty section of pipe that I will paint and plant with some draping sedums perhaps.

Wet grasses lean. This year I want them to get freeze dried before they get broken by a heavy snow.

Wet, wet, wet stuff. It's all wet.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Asters Before A Deluge

Three kind asters in one picture. That's a few asters short of all the aster varieties on this mountain.

Blue is the dominant color. That blue can't hide it and the endless rain can't undo the brown crispy from the former dry spell. I'm having some fond memories of the former dry spell.

Here are three shades of blue asters in one picture. We are under a flash flood watch for the next three days. My hope is the asters won't be pressed firmly to the ground three days from now.

There are a few weeks of extraordinary color left if things don't get completely squashed.

The byways of WNC are awash in color just like this now, the blue and gold of asters and goldenrod.

Wild things lurk in there, right off the edge of the road.

One of them was following me before the next deluge began.

I guess squashed asters are better than no asters. The bees did not seem to mind.

The rains continue. They say for three more days. Something is bound to get cleaned.

Out there in a garden are wet asters. Will they dry out and fluff up before they are done?

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Day Five

I did ask for rain.

I must not have been specific enough. I was thinking more along the lines of a normal rain event, in one day and out the next, not a five day with no end in sight rain.

This afternoon it poured. We have had five inches of rain in five days. An inch a day is much better than an inch an hour at least. Gives the ground time to suck it up.

I may not see much of the sun until Sunday. I'm beginning to wonder if the Tall Flower Meadow will even be able to stand back up before my asters turn to mush. There can be no fluffing until things dry out.

The ground is so wet now the new Visible Art Piece behind the fire pit fell over. It hasn't stopped raining long enough for me to go out there and stand it back up.

After five days and in a real downpour, culvert falls began to flow. It has a nice little roar.

I find it very curious that all that water can come roaring out of the culvert, cross the upper path, flow ten feet down the slope and vanish. It makes me want to dig a big hole and find out what is going on under there.

Monday, September 28, 2015

Afternoon Reprieve

The rain sort of stopped at mid day. The mist became imperceptible. The clouds did not go away. It is only a short reprieve. This thing that has been sitting here for days is reconstituting itself for round two.

I went for a short walk in a trying to dry squashed meadow. There is no sense in trying to fluff anything up just now.

This is the pink aster I found. My asters simply do not follow single species protocol. There has to a be a whole lot of interbreeding going on. I find far too many oddballs.

And there it was fluttering by, another rare visitor to the mountain top.

I hope it planned to stay and rest for the night. Things were not looking so good to the south.

I see Monarchs in the fall as they are passing through. I see them because the garden is filled with nectar plants for them to feed on. They need this sustenance for the journey south. They may not make babies on my milkweed, but I can feed the few who fly this way for part of their life's journey.

The Goldenrod that screens the roadside vegetable garden is still standing tall. The one patch of wild flowers that doesn't ever seem to fall over is on my hit list. I want more, more variety, more color, a longer bloom time.

There are miles and miles of goldenrod along the byways. It is well represented in the two meadows. I need more here. I want something different and unique. The goldenrod has got to go.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Three Days Of Rain

Parts of my house are cleaner than they were. Some things that never should have been cleaned are. I'm no Hazel though. There is plenty of filth left. I have been stuck inside for three days by non stop mist and rain. Some folded laundry and cleaning was the result.

But with all this rain that won't quit, there will be no bloody moon eclipse for me tonight. Unless by some miracle the clouds part in the night.

There has been a wee bit of wind with all this rain. Leaves are falling. Leaves start falling at this time of year with or without wind and drought and rain. Fall is still scheduled for October 17th to the 24th.

Will the Tall Flower Meadow perk up for one last hurrah? I hope so. My asters were just getting started. It was a gentle rain, but three days worth of water makes big fat flower heads heavy. Unfortunately the extended diagnosis is looking very moist. They may never get dry enough to lighten the load.

If it is going to be all over, I might as well chop it all down and spend a little more quality time with the winter under garden. But, I won't.

Fall is next on the agenda. It will happen soon enough. I will let the vegetation return to the earth however it sees fit.

Even bent there is still something to see in the Tall Flower Meadow. In the right light it can still appear magical, if perhaps spooky magical. The Goth Period just came early this year.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

It Began Gently

And has stayed gently for almost 48 hours now. We certainly needed the rain.

Gentle has been regularly interspersed with a certain degree of vigor and accompanied by jostling winds. The result is the first vision of a Tall Flower Meadow in decline. It is a prelude to the Goth period. Flower heads bent low, the drought induced brown hiding below and deepened in color by rain, hints at what the first frosts normally bring.

The Tall Flower Meadow has bowed down. The asters are closed for business. Sunshine is needed for a short return to the Baroque Period if possible before it is all over.

I remember last year's big bloom out as being much better. It was less pressed and put upon by circumstance. It was perkier. That was last year. This is now. There is always next year and still a chance for splendor in the meadow before it is over.

Gentle gathers mist into drops. Leaves land on top. It presses down.

I look for resistance.

Gentle pressure held long enough has an effect. It can create a meadow and it can put it to sleep.