The surprises just keep coming here. This post was supposed to be entitled ‘Catching a Queen’ but something else happened out there in the dark last night. I would have missed it, but I assigned Mr. Flower night duty. I went out around 9:30PM to catch the late bloom of the “Queen of the Night.” I caught myself dozing while waiting. I knew if I fell asleep, I would have no blood by morning due to the mosquitoes.
I asked Mr. Flower to catch later photos when he finished watching television. This was a fortuitous move because when he went out late in the night, he noticed that his fifty-year-old Giant Cactus (given to him by his grandmother) which is beside the Night Blooming Cereus was ALSO blooming that very same night.
So here we go with the Queen and the Cactus blooming side by side. It was not a full moon, just a 50% quarter moon. The two plants must have been communicating. They are touching each other and tied to the same deck pole.
Here is the Queen alone at 9:30PM. Click to enlarge.
Notice the base of the large cactus to the left.
Here are side by side photos and Queen late in the night. Cactus left. Queen right.
Cactus side view left. Queen side view right.
THIS is what makes my heart sing. Catching a Queen and a cactus blooming on the same night. My thanks to Mr. Flower for the assist. This Flower needs her sleep!
Flow
I had been paying attention to my Night Blooming Cereus plant.
Its buds had elongated days ago. They turned up like pipes earlier than expected.
I knew that the eight buds of this ‘Queen of the Night’ would open soon.
I missed it last night. I went to bed early. I got up at 1:30AM to get water. It never occurred to me to go out and peek over the deck railing.
When I saw the white skirts of petals this morning I knew I had missed it.
Seven blooms have opened. Tears were shed.
This plant bloomed for the first time ever, two days before my precious daddy died.
Queen or Angel?
There is still one bud unopened. I saw something curious through my tears. Three NEW little buds.
This plant has never bloomed twice. Maybe that is the miracle. Maybe I did not miss it after all.
Flow
Our family rode in an open-air car on the Great Smoky Mountains Railroad this Saturday. It was ideal for me because I could sit, stand, walk around and breathe fresh air. (I am still afraid of catching Covid.)
Our steam engine #1702 pulled us along the banks of the Nantahala River.
There were folks riding the river on rafts and in kayaks.
Old farms and barns dotted the landscape.
Many structures were about to be swallowed by kudzu. (an invasive weed)
This is the oldest house in Swain County. It is the deHart house with a fascinating history. It’s hard to separate fact from fiction about it.
We had an hour stop at the Nantahala Outdoor Center as we waited for the passengers who rafted down the river to catch up to the train.
We had some entertainment in route. Mountain man Tim dropped by to tell stories about the Mountains and the Cherokee. His attire was worth inspection.
Brakeman Montana also visited our car to answer questions about the train and the Great Smoky Mountains Railroad.
Our family thoroughly enjoyed the ride up and down the river.
Stay tuned for the floating houses on Fontana Lake.
FLOW
I am a miniatures enthusiast. You may have picked that up from my fairy posts. I totally lost myself in the Model Train Museum at the Smoky Mountains Railroad.
The walls were lined with every type and size of model train imaginable. The middle of the huge building had train towns set up and running. Whistles were blowing, lights were flashing and tiny people were in action.
Everywhere I looked there were little scenes set up of events. It was a dynamic diorama!
There was a tiny policeman pulling over a reckless driver.
A forest fire being put out by firemen. Oh, I hope those two are okay!
A drive-in movie was being enjoyed by its tiny audience.
A mechanic was fixing his itty bitty delivery truck…
See what you can find in the following photos.
I was so carried away looking at the tiny trains that I almost missed my ride on the real one.
Stay tuned for our adventure aboard the Great Smoky Mountains Railroad.
ALL Aboard!
We made a mountain run this weekend. We had to move Rose home for three weeks before she moves back to college.
The local hotel was full, so I found a cabin on vrbo. ( vacation rental by owner)
We found a diamond among stones on Pumpkintown Road.
It was a sweet little piece of heaven. It had porches, gliders and a swing for enjoying the babbling brook across the road. There was music from birds and the baying of hounds to add to the ambience.
The back of the cabin was tucked against a steep rocky slope covered with spider worts, mosses, ferns and lichens which could be viewed out the kitchen window.
The renovations were ingenious and fitting with the decor. Reclaimed wood was used everywhere.
Tree trunks served as stair railing.
No space was wasted.
The little details made mountain magic in every nook.
The new stove stood where the old wood stove had been. If these walls could only talk!
I took close-ups for a mosaic in case some of you are into clever re-purposing.
I hope you enjoyed this tour of a mountain cabin by the side of Pumpkintown Road.
Stay tuned for a train ride, a model train museum and some floating houses. Wow, we are tired!
FLOW
Gardening is such an emotional past-time. It is like leaving your children outside to fend for themselves. I have had several scares with my new Voodoo lilies. The latest involved the baby.
I now have three Amorphophalus konjac plants, thanks to the Popes. The big one came first, then a medium and a small. The small baby dried up soon after arrival. I was worried that my plans for a Devil’s Tongue Triangle had been foiled. The baby finally sent up a new shoot.
I am happy to report that its leaf has emerged.
Now the three are visible and the triangle is complete. It reminds me of the story about the three bears which makes me Goldie Locks.
I am pleased to say that the “Voodoo Trio” is thriving under the fig tree from my godmother. Sounds like a fairy tale doesn’t it?
Goldie Locks/Flow
I took photos as I wandered around the yard donating blood to the mosquitoes.
It is hot and dry. Our sprinklers and soaker-hoses are preparing our gardens for another scorcher day in North Carolina.
Instead of featuring a single type of plant today, I have chosen to post a sampler of what my plants are doing on this sultry Sunday morning.
One of the Night Blooming Cereus is making buds along its leaf margins.
Some sunflowers are glowing and buzzing while others are nodding with heavy seeds.
The largest butternut squash are mellowing in color.
The orange hibiscus is blooming again.
The begonia has blooms hanging low.
The Sweet 100 tomatoes are ripening faster that I can pick them.
The Creeping Fig is creeping over the Lily and Moss statues again. It should be called Leeping Fig!
Happy Sunday from Flower Roberts
