There is a national park in the middle of nowhere in the middle of South Carolina. Who knew. It’s a pretty cool place with a really neat history. The cypress trees were beautiful. Here are some pics from an afternoon moseying around.
Blooms from the South Carolina Botanical Gardens.
Some pics from a damp evening on the BRP near Mt. Mitchell.
The beds are set up and all of the planting happened over the weekend! We have ten different tomato plants (at least), basil, eight different pepper plants (at least), zinnias, russian sage, marigolds, english thyme, eggplant, celery, cucumber, three different kinds of squash, a cantaloupe, nasturtium, milk weed, chives, green onion, snapdragons, and probably more that I’m leaving out.
Trellis(es) will go up in the next week or so.
Early in the spring I started a container garden outside my front door.
Here are early photos from the first week of May:
Here are photos from last week, after a few days of rain. I have a few pot tomatoes (not sure these will be successful), marigolds, flossflower, mint, oregano, lemon balm, cleome, nicotiana, straw flower, sweet william, catnip, chamomile, and anise hyssop.
From seed, I planted larkspur, alyssum, and poppies. I don’t know if the poppies will actually bloom because I planted them a bit late. They’ve sprouted and we’ll see what happens.
In addition to the container garden, I have a raised bed that I’ll fill with compost/soil this coming weekend. It’s a collaboration project with my sweet neighbor, and between the two of us, we’re wayyyyyyy excited about it.
We plan on using cattle panel to make tomato cages, as well as trellises for the cukes, squashes, melons, etc.
I have a few different tomatoes growing outside my back porch (mostly bush tomatoes) because you can never have enough tomatoes and I want to live on gazpacho this summer. I also planted 5 or 6 different flowers in that bed a few days ago. Mostly cottage garden varieties. Hopefully they make it! I planted 13 different dahlia tubers 2 weeks ago, and I’m really anxious to see if they make it. They *should* break through the soil in the next week or two.
If you’ve read this far and have any tips for a beginner gardener, please pass them along. : )
Some pictures from a walk on Cat Cap Loop trail in Pisgah National Forest. The lady slippers were not quite ready to bloom, but hopefully I’ll see some soon.
Here are some photos from a really nice morning a few weeks ago. I woke up early and saw that my corner of the world was drenched in sunlight and early morning dew. On my way to a trail I love to hike I had to pull over multiple times because Western North Carolina just does something to you at 8AM. I found spider webs scattered along fence posts, sweet grazing sheep, and I had my first trillium sighting of the year.
Upstate South Carolina is full of old textile towns and I think they’re so fun to explore. Even though it’s much hotter down there, I could spend a while wandering around those old towns. Unfortunately, my daughter decided we weren’t safe at this old cotton mill. After walking around for only a few minutes happily finding “ancient parts” (LoZ fans here), she was pretty convinced that cannibals were going to crawl out of the depths to feast on our flesh. We ended up being just fine, though.
Mostly fiddlehead ferns (they’re so sweet and whimsical!), bellwort, chickweed, solomon’s seal, and dwarf crested iris.
Some photos from a few different walks in the woods in April. Jack-in-the-pulpit, more spring beauty, trillium, fleabane, more ragwort, dutchman’s breeches, tons of violets, and a beautiful swallowtail I encountered on the trail one evening.
Some shots of the moon as we lead up to a (hopefully clear) full moon weekend – the first full moon with my new lens.
Spending time in the woods yesterday reminded me of yet another Mary Oliver poem: ‘How I go to the woods’.
Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.