Showing posts with label garden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label garden. Show all posts

Monday, November 12, 2012

My New Blog: Dragonfly Ranch


Two years ago, in the midst of our grieving, my husband had a desperate need to get out of the city. He kinda dragged me to this broken down house in the country. I didn't want to go, being very content in my nice little house in my nice little neighborhood, with my nice sidewalks and friendly neighbors. Eleven acres with no neighbors really held no attraction. But he needed a project, and being a good wife, I went along. Project is the understatement. We bought our own little money pit, but it's been so good for us, mentally, physically and spiritually. I started reluctantly, and still resist occasionally, but mostly it's opened a new chapter in my life. I decided I needed a new blog to chronicle this interesting journey. I am leaving the sad stuff here on this blog, and devoting the new blog to the charms and challenges of country living. I hope you can join me there, too.

Dragonflyranchgirl.blogspot.com

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Walk to the Back Bay


Papa and Aidan and Cody (and me) take a walk down the street.

They are so cute! We live next door to a National Wildlife Refuge and frequently make the walk to the end of the road to check things out.

Parts of it are not open to the public, just to the critters. Apparently the critters won't make babies if too many people are poking their heads in. We are glad to cooperate and stay out of their way.


But if you walk down our road, there are beautiful things to see. It changes with the seasons.
These grasses are called phragmites and they are everywhere in the marshes by the end of the summer, weighted down by their heavy heads.

Pickerel Rush grows in the marshes, too, and blooms in the summer.

The butterflies love these flowers. 

This black swallowtail is  flitting from flower to flower. 

It's a beautiful creature. 

I love the purple flowers. 

This is the Back Bay. It's a large body of water edged by a narrow strip of land across from us that keeps out the Atlantic ocean. The land on the other shore is the northernmost portion of the famous strip of land known as the Outer Banks. It looks like a line in these pictures. 

If you were to drive South on that little strip of land you would be in North Carolina. They don't let you do that, though. It's a bird sanctuary. 

I guess a spider sanctuary too. 

See that line on the horizon. Yup, the northern Outer Banks. We call it Sandbridge.  

They close the Back Bay in winter, but we pedestrians who live on this street are able to slide in beside the poles and stay a while. 

And then walk home again. 

Back in the house, I sit in my chair and take a shot of my gorgeous roses. These are the dribs and drabs of my summer roses. So gorgeous on my cluttered table next to my favorite leather chair.  My spot. 

The Back Bay is beautiful and all, but nothing thrills me like fresh flowers. Nothing.  


Psalm 24:1
 The earth is the LORD's, and everything in it. The world and all its people belong to him.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

End of Summer at the Farm


The grass is still a beautiful emerald green, but the trees are starting to turn red and gold.


The rockers on the porch are waiting for visitors.

The garden is fading. I am only getting a few roses a day now, and even fewer tomatoes. 

The pond is quiet. The turtles are not sunbathing anymore. 

The potted plants are blooming less.

The dragonflies are disappearing. 

The barn is quiet. 

The coke planter is getting ready for bulbs so we can have blooms in spring. 

The screen porch is vacant. 

The front door is getting decorated for Fall. 

The summer flowers will be replaced with mums.  

The entry will be full of pumpkins, orange wreaths and autumn flowers.  

No one is swimming in the pond. 

No one is climbing on the fort. 

All the kids are back in school and the farm is quiet at the end of summer. We turn our energies toward preparing for the cool days that are coming.
Nothing is as beautiful and cozy as Fall.

Eccles 1:3
For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven.
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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

More Garden Bounty

 
A first for me. My own homegrown organic romaine. Delicious. 

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Signs of Life

The farm is blooming with life. It is such a pleasure watching each new thing appear, and solving the mysteries of the wild life. We finally figured out why the deer are always in the bramble on the edge of our farm. Wild berries everywhere!

These gorgeous trumpet vines are starting to cover everything. They look so pretty but they are choking out the rest of the growth. A dilemma for sure. 

Our green, green front pasture. So beautiful this time of year. On the right side you can see the marsh, it's own separate ecosystem in the tidewater region where we live. It often floods with water from the Currituck Sound in NC. On the left, our lovely old black barn. 

A birdhouse and some art on the tree. Only the finest birds hatch here. 

Do you see the scary looking green and white plant growing up through the rest of plants? Looks poisonous, but is it? Who can tell me? 

An old Coke machine we found in our woods. Very, very fragile and rusty, but we are going to try to reclaim it and use it as a planter near the barn. The other side is still red. I hate when people dump their junk in the woods, but perhaps this find will be a serendipity. 


Copper dragonfly. We do love these guys. We have hundreds of them, filitting around us all day, and swarming every evening when the mosquitoes come out. They also appear  in shades of red, blue and green,  and they are blessedly eating up all the troublesome mosquitoes. Gorgeous and helpful  little creatures, they have allowed us to sit outside in the evening without the aid of chemical (ugh) mosquito repellent. 

They love to light on the poles in my garden, and they will sometimes step right off the poles and on to our fingers. 

Speaking of the garden, I got the pathway stones in place, and look at the veggies and herbs growing in the greenhouse boxes. The screens that cover the greenhouse boxes keep away the deer and the insect pests, and allow me to grow completely organic vegetables. They are called Grow Camps and come from Costco online. The vinyl covers on top will enclose the whole thing when colder weather arrives, and extend the growing  and planting season.

Oh how I love these. Love, love, love. A blooming rose can sweep me away. I am hoping they succeed here, because if they do, there will be more. Oh yes. 

And here, the first tomatoes are showing. Can't wait to taste them. 

Cody is curious about the turtle digging a hole in the woods. 

She is quite focused on laying those eggs and seems completely unperturbed by us. We are finding little hatched nests of turtle shells everywhere. Our pond is full of the hatchlings. 

Joe and Cody in the Chapel of the Pines. That's what we call this peaceful, symmetrical, cleared place in the center of the woods.  It only needs benches, a campfire and a cross. 

This is what we see when we look up. 

Aidan's tree stump fort is overgrown with a huge variety of unfamiliar plants. I love the way it looks with these beautiful white flowers growing against the rugged stump. 

Pots at the front steps. Beautiful shapes and colors that always make me happy. I am a flower girl. No doubt about it. I never tire of them and wish I could buy them all. 

Inside the front door, on the entry table: more flowers, an old empty turtle shell we found in the woods, and a bag of bird seed. This is a microcosm of my summer life. 

We do get out occasionally. This was last Sunday at Isabel's dance recital at Chrysler Hall. Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to take any pictures during the performance. I raced to take a picture of her in costume when she returned to the dressing room,  but she changed so fast, we had to be content with this. The red lips, the flowers, and the stuffed koala in a white tutu,  are the only evidence that she did, indeed, have a recital. 

Here I am with two of my sunshine girls. My children and grandchildren are simply my reason for living.


Lamentations 3:22-24 
The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is thy faithfulness. "The LORD is my portion," says my soul, "therefore I will hope in him."