Time Flies while Watching Ferns

This post is a follow-up to to a post from November of 2016.

I am shocked that it has been almost two years!

That fall I reported on a disappearing fern.

One of my favorite babies was disappearing.

Further inspection showed that caterpillar was eating my coveted

Dragon’s tail fern, Aspleniaceae x Ebenoides.

After attempts to save what was left of the little fern,

I decided my best hope for a future for the fern was for future offspring.

I placed the remaining fronds face down on sterile seed-starting mix in a sealed glass jar.

Green slowly appeared months later. This tiny green growth was the gametophyte stage of the fern.

This week, while trapped inside during Hurricane Florence, I notice the first tiny frond.

A fern is born!  In only two short years!

If you are into gardening for the long game, try starting ferns.

It will make watching grass grow seem fast-paced and exciting.


Safe and Soggy

Florence has left us.

I feel such gratefulness that we ourselves were spared

the devastation experienced by so many others.

The sunshine is a welcome sight after days of darkness.

I must admit, I did not stay inside during the deluge.

This should not come as a surprise to my readers.

Over and over again I strode into the storm to check plants and ditches,

necessary for my sanity if for no other reason.

I am happy to report

the banana forest is still upright


the vines are still clinging


and way up in a tree

a certain nest is still intact.


Way to go Mama Squirrel!


Mama Squirrel moves Babies before Florence Hits

I have been watching in amazement this morning as

a mama squirrel has been relocating her babies to a different tree

BEFORE the storm hits.

Mama on second branch to the left of the trunk.

How does she know?

I have watched her carry three little ones high up into a new tree.

She has taken the same route each time, across the gravel, down the steps,

through the fern garden, across the lawn and up to the top of the tree.

Mama headed up the trunk at height of orange bird house.

What has told her that her home was not safe?

Was it a crick-cracking sound during the wind gusts?

Why this morning? Not much is going on here.

What does she know that I do not?

We shall see.  If a tree falls during the storm,

I bet it will have an empty squirrel’s nest among its branches.

Nature knows.



My Head is a Barometer

I refuse to watch the news.

The hype is exasperating.

I am quietly praying for those in harm’s way.

It is gusty here.

The chimes are singing.  The trees are dancing.

My head knows something is coming.

I know not whether it is inner ear or cerebrospinal fluid.

The tide in my head is shifting.

I wait outside in the wind.

Whatever comes will come.

No technology needed.

I feel it.


My New Weed

There has been a new invader into my all ready weedy habitat.

Its scientific name is Phyllanthus urinaria.


Common names include chamber bitter, gripe weed, leaf flower and little mimosa.

I suspect it arrived hidden in a bale of pine needles.  Sneaky little weed.

It looks like tiny mimosa trees. Its little leaflets close when touched.

It has seed pods on the underside of the stems.


I have been manually removing it until my fingers cramp.

This is what I have been doing instead of watching the constant updates

on hurricane Florence.

I am an ostrich. I can only take so many models and forecasts.

According to the MAN, Florence is tremendously big and tremendously wet.  Hmmmm?

I will wait in the weeds, bitter and griping.




Where’s the Pot?

I thought I would like this trellis up here on the library deck.


I wanted to be able to see the bright red blooms from my desk.


I might have to put a “dummy pot” on the stand under it.

Where is the real pot?


Way down below at the base of the column.

This vine stretches out its springy tendrils and grows like crazy.

My Red Passion vine is one of my favorites.


Caterpillars Come Back

Okay.  I know these are not the same caterpillars as last year.

Those are long gone as Fritillary butterflies.

I grow these wild Passion vines just for them.


I have been inspecting the leaves for weeks.


I was beginning to get concerned.


Then they appeared.


Large and small. Over and under. Here and there.


Just like always.


I love them with a Passion.





On a Porch.


I am away from the internet, so this will be brief.


Mr. Flower was glad to find a beer with a Volkswagen on it.

I think this is so true.

When my garden is a mess, I feel like a mess, too.

I have been too busy to take care of myself or my garden this summer.

I am glad the weather is getting cooler.

Maybe things will slow down, so I can catch up.

It’s time to get home and garden.

Flower needs to get back to her flowers.


Gates of Art

These four gates are on display in the North Carolina Arboretum

in Asheville, North Carolina.

It is one of my favorite places on Earth.

This post features only the gates by E. Vega.


The first design includes a man fishing.


The fish is golden.IMG_1980

The fisherman has great details.


The second gate features a farmer with a plow being pulled by a his horse.


The two of them are working very hard.


The third gate has a tree with one golden apple.


There is a serpent twisted around the trunk.


Reminds me of a story.


The fourth and final gate has many rings with a different creature in each.



I loved each one.

If you go visit the Arboretum, do not miss these.

They are off to the right of the entrance building, around a courtyard area.

I could have easily missed them, if I weren’t such a wanderer.

The details are amazing.

This E. Vega is brilliant at capturing the details of living beings

and recreating them in metals.

These gates are heavenly!