In December the blooms of the summer have really faded and you search for small pleasures where you can. I feel very fortunate to be able to ‘borrow’ wider and distant views when the winter season comes. In fact the mountain beyond my garden upstages ALL I do in the garden, showing me how small and insignificant any of my labors are in comparison.
As I walk around, I start from the patio just out the sliding windows off the living room. I’m pleased by the different greens and grays of the Artemisia ‘Powis Castle’ and the rosemary, thyme and rockrose on the bank. These have really helped to stabilize the bank just below the patio at the far edge of the house pad.
The Red fountain grass glows and waves on either side of the steps going down. I can see this from inside.
As I walk down the steps I notice that a random variegated euryops planted when the garden was brand new, has reverted to its green leafed form and decided to bloom, when in the past five years it has sulked and hid among the iris and manzanita. Beyond are the buff dried flowers of the native golden fleece, Ericameria arborescens, a fire follower rampant and attractive here after our fire of 2001.
I stop to roll up the hoses and wind the monkey swing around the tree. This is the far north end of the Salvia garden, the salvias mixed in with native bear clover, Chamaebatia foliolosa, at the base of the oak tree, more golden fleece and manzanita. This path goes the length of the garden and you can see the lower path below, maybe.
This is the middle of the garden in the same Salvia bed. The iris edging the crude log ‘steps’ are turning yellow and there are two azaleas on the right, just below the flowering peach. Beyond is the native meadow where the deer grass grows. I am fighting the filaree seedlings there, which have come back with a vengeance. At the left is the trimmed Ceanothus and you can now see the split rail ‘fence’ at the base.
Looking down the short garden path from the patio, on the left you can see that the asters are brown at the stems and fading and on the right the foliage of the Hall’s Mule Ears, Wyethia elata, is drying and crackling. Beyond is the leafless Japanese maple that is sheltered in summer by the oaks.
I have plans for the area where my lounge is I’d like to make a level circle of ground and edge it with something. We’ve worked hard to neaten and trim the oaks to give us this view down to the lower property. Soon it will all be green grass down there.
Now for a walk down below.
A view of the mountain from the new bench built this Spring.
Looking south, you can see two of the ‘switchbacks’ made for walking Maggie. It’s all about the dog sometimes. This way she doesn’t get too many stickers. See the brush pile?
Down one level, this field is all hedgehog dogtail grass, Cynosurus echinatus, an attractive, but non native grass that looks best in spring and early summer. All this was THICK brush and poison oak surrounding the oaks, just two years ago.
This path winds down a steep bit where we’ll be working this Fall and winter on nice days. We have about 400 yards more to the bottom of the property and lots of downed trees and manzanita from the fire 10 years ago and from a storm last May that brought many burned and dying trees down. The tractor really helps to make paths down here.
A pretty woodsy area, looking north. The chores? Mostly getting the hoses squared away for the winter and scratching out whats weed seedlings I can. I was happy to be able transplant 25 or so deer grass seedlings that popped up around the bases of the ones I planted four years ago. I planted them further down here in the lower area on some old burn pile site and in some open areas. Cross my fingers…
Late in the day, around 6 o’clock, the mountain glows in the afternoon light. Since we face the East, we don’t quite get sunsets, but we do get this odd orange light on the mountain most clear days in the Autumn.
Getting dark now, so we’ll go back up.
The sun is full down now and the fading light shines on any reflective surface of the main garden path.
I huff and puff coming up the hill and pass the lower patio in the dark. Heavens! See all those acorns?