High grass meadows Monday, Aug 25 2014 

Our continuing experiment with several patches of uncut lawn grass, heavily interspersed with yarrow, aster, thyme, goldenrod, black eyed susan, violets, etc continues to be fascinating. In addition to adding a sculptural element: after two years the paths are increasingly well defined, along with a sense of movement; the ecological change is staggering.

Last night I had the occasion to sit out near one of the patches and listen. The tall grass was the source of all of the insect noise, so loud that it was almost distracting. The short grass lawns were dead silent.  It was no surprise that the two phoebes were hunting the tall grass.  Each bird had his/her patch of fence line and all of their hunting took place in the tall grass areas.

I’ve also noted that the young white oak only began to grow well when it was in taller grass. Now that may be coincidence, or the taller grass may in fact trap more water and keep the soil cooler.

What are the drawbacks? Well, the more insect life thing does mean a greater possibility of ‘bad’ insects: yellowjackets and ticks. I haven’t figured out the best way to control the goldenrod and heart-leaved wood aster (both of which are take-over artists), and I have yet to figure out how best to cut the tall-grass areas. Late fall, I think, but how? String trimmer or scythe and then rake it all up seems to be the best idea so far.

Best management practices and the tweaking thereof will continue to evolve!

Late July garden Friday, Aug 8 2014 

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Left: Jacob Kline and Raspberry Monarda, Casa Blanca Oriental Lily; center, old standard blue hosta; right, regular orange ditch/day lily, tall, late pink Ostrich Plume astilbe.

Everything except the lilies and monarda are done now, but some other things have come along.

Nothing extraordinary Saturday, Aug 2 2014 

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Just the western sky stretching out towards infinity from the big green bowl that is the West Meadow.  A daily round that even on the most ordinary of days is an event that will always come again, but never never quite the same. Pretty amazing actually.

Dinner Party Saturday, Jul 26 2014 

Not inspired by Esperanza, actually, but by another house in the same area built near the end of Hapgood’s career as an architect about 25 years after he designed Esperanza’s north end. It is a bit clunky, mostly because I tried to redirect it from its original!

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Resting in the lawn-green bowl
The pergola was wreathed
By honeysuckle and roses
And laughter rose beyond the lantern-light.
A gossamer thread leading back
To the shining house
At the dark woods’ edge
A swelling blossom
Of twilight gold

New England roads Saturday, Jul 19 2014 

I was taking an exploratory drive today, adding a few more roads in a few more towns to my ‘I know exactly where that goes and what is on it’ list.  I took myself in a wonderful backwards arc (it being cloudy and having misjudged the overall alignment of hills/reservoirs/towns) to come out in an unexpected location from an unexpected direction.  Quite enjoyable. I fully intend to do it again.

But the roads must be a little maddening to people.  Poorly signed, frequently narrow and twisting*, and in the area I was in today (dominated by state/water company land) entirely wooded. Now one tree does not look like another tree, but you know what? One green Connecticut hilltop looks remarkably like the next green Connecticut hilltop, especially when one can only see one at a time and briefly. For that matter, one river looks a lot like the next river.  And straight lines? They are an anathema.

There is only one rule in these explorations: if the power lines stop, the pavement ends, and the incline starts to exceed 10% with washing, pay attention to what an elderly Civic can and cannot do!

 

*A paved, two-lane road, perhaps twenty feet wide, with no shoulders is a New England staple.  And, of course, because it is a two lane, paved road the appropriate speed is precisely the same as that for a road with modern curves and double the width; furthermore the traffic load is probably the same.

Can’t I eat these, Mom? Thursday, Jul 17 2014 

Yes daylilies are edible, yes Deer-off works with horses too!

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Boom! Wednesday, Jul 9 2014 

Amazing how fast some thunderstorms move. The trick is to have the windows open as long as possible; but not so long that the wind picks up too fast and things don’t get wet.  Then, open the windows back up again.

The difficulty is if one has multiple thunderstorms a night. One either gets a great deal of exercise or stays up late.  The sane person simply leaves the doors closed and goes to bed.  Still, if one can do the circuit of opening and closing, it makes for a rather nice (and entirely free) way to deal with hot weather without air conditioning.  Of course, it helps if one lives on the top of a hill and not in a valley.  There are locations where living in a valley is a good idea; but New England really isn’t one of them.  There is a reason all the old town centers are on hilltops.  Winter isn’t that much colder on the top of the hill and the summer is much, much nicer.  The soil is rocky in either location, so that really doesn’t matter!

Revealing Secrets Sunday, Jul 6 2014 

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An excellent place to quietly read. A good view of the comings and goings, while being essentially invisible, and an elegant view in and of itself. I particularly like the way the west porch rises above the trees, enough exposure to be interesting but not too much.

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Sunset Thursday, Jul 3 2014 

But not today’s. Today, there is a thunderstorm rolling across the hills. There is nothing one can do about a thunderstorm. One can prepare as best as one might. But the storm will come and go unchanged by man. An act of God, but a God untempered by mercy, justice, or reason.

Anyway, just before evening, you’ve seen this picture before but it is always, always different.

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June Evenings Friday, Jun 13 2014 

On these fair hills,

Where in the dew heavy fields

The grass bends down in silence,

Strands of silver are poured out across the acres;

The white moon rises glorious,

Untouched by the veiling fog of night,

Far beyond the somber pines.

Alone, a lightning bug

Explores the great heights,

The dark depths of the forest

 

 

 

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