Saturday, July 22, 2017
We call this place Dog's Plot, and because these pink, sometimes white, simple Roses are abundent here, arching, abounding, I began referring to them as Dog Roses, and was then very surprised when my friend Der Rosenmeister, that Dog Rose was really the official English name for those Roses. Several sub species exist, and so do Swamp Roses, which are something else.
And of course Dog Roses turn out to be more than special; magical and possiblly world saving, according to Wiki and Nature Enquirer, as soon as they get the news.
But just look at these Dog Roses. That is all you know, and all you need to know. Truth is beauty and beauty is truth, and sleeping Dogs never lie.
The last picture in this series shows a Pear Tree trying to come up in the pasture. The cattle prune them down to the thorny parts, so they stay dwarfed, as they do in the hay fields, waiting to spring up like the Cayuga's from whom they descend, by way of French Jesuit Missionary gardeners, then surviving the great Sullivan massacre, by sprouting from their roots. Everybody should do that.
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
I love my scythes and I abuse them terribly with my over-enthusiasm, which every once in a while comes up against hard objects. Each of these two twenty four inch ditch scythes have been broken three times and welded twice. The welds themselves held, but I will be retiring these two now, ordering a new ditch scythe or two, and hacking with my brush scythe for the time being.