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!

‘Teach me some melodious sonnet’ Sunday, Aug 24 2014 

Esperanza has always had people who sing living at it. The pianos are stacked not only with Chopin, Sibelius, and others; but also with the ‘Fireside Book’, various hymnals, and songbooks from Yale and other places.  For some years in the early/mid twentieth century singing was a regular, evening occurrence often with enough people for solid four part harmony.  These days we round up a few skeptical, if game, volunteers at Christmas.

I can’t say that I am at that level; but it is rather fun to slowly start learning various songs. Who knows, someday I might even sing when other people are listening.  There are so many songs from American history that are so alive and so rich in their cultural meaning.  (and fun to sing) Learning them is a connection not only to the music but to the past.

Sunflower Friday, Aug 22 2014 

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The Quiet Road Monday, Aug 18 2014 

It has been decades, centuries nearly, since the road was a quiet road across the hill, white in the starlight.  Yet tonight, walking back home along the widened, paved highway where the average speed is somewhere near 60, there was the briefest sense of that silent pale ribbon that wound down the hill.  It was cold, the cold of early fall when it is summer still, when the crickets are still singing and the bats are fast-flying hunters above the fields. There was a lull in the traffic just then and only one car passed. I wondered what they thought of the woman in the long, dark skirt, her hair up in an old style, walking down the road in the night.  Nothing at all I am sure, if even they saw me.

If ghosts walk, it is not in the cemeteries, but on the long roads that no man walks today, where ten thousand travelers pass and not one knows the way itself.

Every so often Sunday, Aug 17 2014 

I take a meander about the grounds and reflect appropriately. That I should be so lucky to live here! The soaring trees, the shadows and the light, the long, wind blown meadow grass alive with the singing crickets. The deep cool club mosses, a thousand flowers.

The glory of world lies before me. The challenge lies in embracing this moment, this here and now, and not wondering about the inevitable future. And if one considers the future, who is to say that the gain will not outweigh the loss. If now is alive in beauty can the future be less?

A random fact Saturday, Aug 16 2014 

The tulip tree, happily growing in a prime location, and not that old relatively speaking (planted early 1970’s) has a rough measurement of circumference at 5ft up of: 106 inches; which though is shy of three feet in diameter.  The magnolia clocks in at 190 inches, 15 plus feet, give or take, or a just a hair over five feet in diameter…  I suppose I ought to stop considering the tulip tree to be small? I mean it is, frankly, if you were looking at it from the standpoint of the Pacific Northwest, or Old-Growth, or high quality timber, but it isn’t Small…

Gladiolus Thursday, Aug 14 2014 

A flower that has fallen solidly out of fashion; but frankly there are few others out there that are such consistent producers of clean, elegant, easily kept cut flowers.  They also, with a bit of thought, can be used as accents in a garden Something to be said for that; the fact that they are ‘easy’ notwithstanding…

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Aren’t we glad Wednesday, Aug 13 2014 

that this project is done! It has been raining, hard. August is either bone-dry* or exceedingly soggy. This year is soggy.

This was taken when they had done the northern (left) three quarters.

 

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*for New England.

 

What’s Blooming? Monday, Aug 11 2014 

August is when things start to bake, but actually you can end up with a number of flowering plants. In fact, for a few weeks it is almost easier to have lots of flowers than mid July (which is very green).

One of our earliest, tall goldenrods has come into bloom.  You can’t get a good look at it because the bees are going mad (I’d love to know where the honey bees are coming in from)

The snakeroots are still tall, white bottle rockets. They are nicely balanced by the white and cinnamon clethras, much small white spires.

The shasta daisies, coneflowers, and black-eyed susans give a good mix of white/pink/golds

Pure red is added by the cardinal flowers, the earliest of the lobelias.

White/ivory is added by the wild yarrow which has happily colonized the tall grass lawns.

More pink and red comes from the Joe Pye weed, monarda (bee balm) and agastaches.  The hyssop continues with a pale blue.

The creeping wild mints and oreganos add some unexpected pink/rose down near the ground.

A bit of light periwinkle blue comes from the big globe thistles

A clear lemon yellow comes from the wild helianthus, a volunteer on the road sides around here.

The Oriental lilies are just about done this year, they really raced through the season, which is too bad.

The all time winner is probably the flowering raspberry.  It has been blooming non-stop since early June.

Clematis ‘Duchess of Albany’ is blooming nicely, having gotten ahead of the Japanese Beetles.

Coming up next: the asters (including heart leafed and wood) along with the goldenrods and a few Japanese anemones.

And of course the annuals: sunflowers, cosmos, and morning glories.

There is a reason you can’t move without tripping over a bee, other pollinator, or hummingbird around here…

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.

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