This storm that went through Friday night just rattled and rolled my Peonies, and my Red Poppies also were whipped. (I have some shots of the poppies, too. The wind also littered the back yards with leaves and twig-branches that were detached by the wind. It also completed the destruction of the Lil Kim Lilac, which had bloomed profusely that day and day before.
A few days ago I lost my red metal cane. Only recently have been making an effort to walk with my cane, but it isn’t always to be found where I left it. It stands alone, although it falls down easily and has in fact pounded a quarter-dollar size spot into the crook…when it falls forward it smacks against the surface hard enough to make a resounding crack! and has started to wear the baked red paint away.
The past several days have been perfect for looking around the place, and trimming trees damaged by snow damage earlier this year, and to feed my lust for fresh subjects for my camera. Everything is overgrown here on “the farm” and I recognize the chores…but I don’t have what it takes to keep on top of the challenge. My flower beds are unruly and unpredictable, and are lucky if they get a lick and a promise of proper tending. There is an abundance of ground-covering, especially Myrtle, which is lush and tall enough to hide things that fall into its clutches.
After a long walk around the yard, down the lanes into the back 40 where tree and plant debris hangs out along the fences to deteriorate, ranging from grass clippings to good size tree branches that came down during windstorms or wet snow loads. I had a hunch that my Red Cane may have ended up in a pile of debris and hauled off to the outer limits to be buried.
No luck in the debris piles. By time I got back up to the house, checked the Lil Kim Lilacs and flowering trees that I had worked on the other day, tired and ready to sit down…I was about to go in the house, when on another hunch decided to check the maze area and under the beginning Clematis. Sure enough, a streak of red and a glimpse of the vinyl stand, there was my cane.
In the interest of truth and wisdom, I have to issue a correction — dealing with my misidentification of flowering trees.
I mistakenly identified my beautiful tree with the purple foliage and explosion of gorgeous pink blossoms as a Japanese Flowering Cherry. In fact, the tree in question is a PLUM tree. I am not sure what its real name is, but I will find out by asking the nursery where it came from.
However…before I drown in protests, I hasten to add that there IS indeed a Japanese Flowering Cherry tree out in my yard right next to the mis-identified Plum tree. I personally planted both of the flowering trees about 20 years ago.
Here’s the thing: Several years ago the Cherry tree developed a serious illness, and gradually died. The branches formed a pleasing shape any way, and when I noticed that several new little shoots were coming out of the ground I decided to leave them alone and see what happened. Gradually the old tree deteriorated, and lost upper branches to the elements. I let the tree trunk remain as a framework for the new shoots to climb on. Two or three years ago I discovered a few flowers on the tree.
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