Missing a Miracle

| Flower Roberts

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.

Spent blooms of Night Blooming Cereus/ Queen of the Night/Epiphyllum oxypetalum

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

Hastily Clipping a Caterpillar

| Flower Roberts

I did not mean to disturb my big, green friend. I was trying to prevent Mr. Flower from getting a head injury while mowing under the Vitex Agnus-Castus/Chaste tree. This tree is also called a butterfly tree. It has lovely purple blooms.

I rushed under the tree with my clippers. Mr. Flower complains if my plants interfere with mowers and air conditioning units. I have to be ever vigilant in my trimming.

I did not notice the big, green caterpillar until I was placing branches on the burn pile. It looked similar to the “tomato horn worms” I find every year, only it was larger, had fewer markings and was more of a wintergreen than a bright green.

Copper Underwing Moth Caterpillar/ Amphipyra pyramidea

I had to do some research to identify my new friend. It is a Copper Underwing Moth Caterpillar. I have never seen one before. I hoped I had not wiped out a rare insect with my hasty clipping.

I tried to remedy my wrong by placing the chopped branch back in the tree. Hours later the foundling was still stubbornly clinging to its dying branch. I was fearful that it would wither up and die with its perch.

After almost twenty-four hours of worry, I finally noticed it had moved onto a higher branch in the tree. What a relief!

Now I will watch and see if it is there to munch or go through metamorphosis.

Flow

Floating Houses on Fontana Lake

| Flower Roberts

I live on a lake formed by the damming of a river. I know what mixed feelings that causes. The lake is lovely, but below lies the farms and towns that were sacrificed. It reminds me of the children’s book, Letting Swift River Go by Jane Yolen.

The crafty folks around the new lake came up with the idea of floating houses back in the 1950’s. The idea started as fishing shacks with holes in the floors. Then folks decided to upgrade. It seems the land on the new shore was too expensive to purchase, but a house on the water was affordable.

I have read that there are now over 1,800 floating houses on the Nantahala. I guess if you don’t like your neighbors you can just raise anchor and move. There is no deed, just permits and fees and many rules and regulatons.

I love to imagine staying aboard a gently floating home. Sitting on the decks feeling the breezes, hearing the slap of fish jumping. seeing the heads of turtles bob up for a bit of air. It is a dreamy scene.

Let’s pretend we are picking out our own floating house.

I cannot decide. I guess I will just stay on land with my flower gardens.

FLOW

All Aboard

| Flower Roberts

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.

Steam and kudzu

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.

Diesel engines pulled us back.

Stay tuned for the floating houses on Fontana Lake.

FLOW

The Tiny Train Universe

| Flower Roberts

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.

Rose wanted to ride the train as part of her graduation celebration. We are here a few months early. No pressure Rose. You got this girl!

Stay tuned for our adventure aboard the Great Smoky Mountains Railroad.

ALL Aboard!

Give Me a Cabin by the Side of the Road

| Flower Roberts

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

The Voodoo Trio

| Flower Roberts

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.

New green-tipped shoot to right of stick.

I am happy to report that its leaf has emerged.

Baby Voodoo lily with my toes for scale

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.

Three Amorphophalus konjacs

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

Alohas and Pineapples

| Flower Roberts

I can pretend I am on a tropical island when the Eucomis flowers bloom.

Maybe I will set up some lawn chairs nearby and add a parasol to my favorite drink.

I leave the larger Pineapple lilies in the ground year-round despite living in Zone 7. I think the key to their survival is good drainage, so that they do not rot while dormant.

The little, pink Alohas stay in pots which are brought in for winter.

Eucomis/Aloha nani

The spikes of both resemble elongated pineapples with blooms covering the sides and a tuft of green on top.

I am feeling a bit tropical today!

Aloha from Flower

Sunday Scenes

| Flower Roberts

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