This birdhouse is at the home of a native Austrian and models, in miniature, the mountain homes of that area.
Garden Envy activated: I wish these were all part of my garden!
Though an old gardener, I am but a young blogger. The humor and added alliteration are free.
This birdhouse is at the home of a native Austrian and models, in miniature, the mountain homes of that area.
Garden Envy activated: I wish these were all part of my garden!
This year's Tour was cloudy and took place after a hard rain the night before, while the pretour was pre-rain and sunny, which made for some gloomy tour photos that were challenging. The photo above, my favorite of the entire set, was taken at the Thursday pretour, and the evening light through the redbuds was a happy accident which I tried my best to recreate on Saturday. It's just impossible, however, to follow good photography principles when the light doesn't cooperate (tour photo at right). This pair, taken of the same area in different light, is quite illustrative of the importance of good filtered light in photography.
The Garden Tour had the usual distribution of features and focal points around each garden. One house had both a running water feature and a koi pond. The artificial heron at this water feature looks at home in the environment but is perpetually disappointed at the lack of prey in this short waterfall.
Well, that didn't take long, did it? The second day of 2020 and ProfessorRoush has already blogged twice! I simply couldn't restrain myself from a quick entry, given what I found on a walk outside after yesterday's blog.
The temperature reached 50ºF yesterday around 1:00 p.m. and the sun was shining, so despite a brisk wind, I took the lovely Bella out for a walk. Well, I walked. Bella ran around like the world was brand new, sniffed the cold earth for awhile, and then rolled in the sunny buffalograss like the puppy she still is. We sat for awhile, there in sunshine's embrace, me on the low granite bench in my front yard, and Bella on the warm grass, and together we contemplated how much trouble we would be in from Mrs. ProfessorRoush when Bella dragged all that grass back into the house on her fur. We discussed running to the nearest Greyhound terminal and heading for Florida, but Bella finally convinced me that was a ridiculous overreaction to the moderate scolding we would undoubtedly get later.
On the bright side, I recently salvaged a piece of Baltic Brown granite from our kitchen island during a remodeling of the kitchen and I made it into a wind-proof garden bench which, despite its unprotected placement to the north side of the house, stood up well to the worst the storm threw at it. I think it provides a really nice formal touch to this area. The new bench also proves once again that gardening in Kansas is often a simple matter of over-engineering and weighty solutions. So now all I have to do is apply that knowledge and create a cement post for the 'American Pillar' rose, anchored down about forty feet into the bedrock. That shouldn't be too hard, should it?