More Shiny Baubles

I ran into a chandelier on its way to the dump and grabbed a big bunch of shiny baubles to add to the Japanese Holiday Tree. I will be needing the ladder. My tree is getting tall. I am just waiting for it to get naked.

 

Blue Aster And The Feral Mums

It's another Bloom Day. That is Carol at May Dreams fun day. I have a functioning photo editing work around and can still participate.

I have been much too lazy to bother making any decisions about a permanent fix to my photo editing and storage issues. That is the opposite of manic. I have blue wood asters.

Blooming throughout a forest turning with the first color.

Leaves are falling when the Monkshood comes out.

Tatarian in full bloom. 

After all these years the Sheffie Mums persist.

They persist in two colors. One of these years I might plant some sprigs in a proper weeded bed and have big mum balls again.

We all live feral now.

In a gilded cage a day early for Bloom Day. Oops. Maybe there is a bit of a manic edge. It's another Bloom Day eventually.

In A Gilded Cage

Trapped in time in a human culture you can not escape, the cage might as well be shiny.

The lining of the nest. The painting in a cave.

Coiled and sprung loose.

Voodoo Lilies

With three amaryllis

Down by the Shores of Turd Blossom Lake near the Crooked Shed.

Big buckets of tropical voodoo and scattered junk

Washed in hurricane waters.

More Better

This was never quite right. The lines were off.

More better. I had to embrace the crooked. The begonias? They have been repotted, fertilized, given a light trim and are headed back to The Inn for the final season. They will not be returning.

Squash of the Spaghetti kind.

Enter the Crooked Shed.

The Shiny Objet Of The Day

It was sitting outside the dumpster at the trash drop off site which is a free sign by protocol. It said groovy to me and fell in my truck.

I sat it on the front porch and understood why it ended up beside the dumpster.

It is a framed metal cutout with embedded glass crystals made to hang on a wall. So I hung it.

It had to be in a place where you wouldn't look at it for too long. Because.

The Crooked Shed loves to play dress up.

 

Lines In The Snow

The nerve agent and the PT seem to be working. The sciatica is ebbing down. My future is looking older.

The good news is the threatened Polar Vortex looks to be staying north and headed east.

A low of 7 degrees was cancelled. My bones were not looking forward to that.

That does not mean winter and snow and cold and slush are over.

But the days are getting longer.

Lions in the snow.

The Christopher Mello Tree

It wouldn't be fair to completely blame my tree glitter on him.  He did have some influence. 

 

I have not been to Christopher's West Asheville garden in several years. It may be gone. He was anticipating the sale of the property.

But I know where he lives and I knew there would be a new garden one day, sooner rather than later. Christopher Mello is a gardener. That's what we do. I've heard things. I should invite myself over this spring.

The truth is I come by my tree glitter naturally. I have been decorating gardens with trinkets and bling, found objects and rocks forever. I have objects in my possession found when I was a teenager.

When I moved here, for the first time in my life I owned my own garden. I didn't have to consider any other opinions on my landscaping and decorating. Then I went to Asheville.

 

And it was filled with garden glitter. Yes, you may too.

There's A Light

My winter hermitage begins on a full moon Halloween

With daylight savings time

The growing Covid plague and the first killer freeze. The wind has started blowing. I won't mention the impending vile election.

The native Witch Hazel is in bloom.

There's a light.

There's a light that comes streaming into my life

In the darkness

Of everybody's life.

With all due credit.

Several Shiny Objet de

This way.

It was the Posh Estate after all.

Perhaps I can find a spot for some Tatarian Aster for the new owner this spring.