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Joe-Pye Weed
All the way from my house in the mountains, all along the twisty US 276 up and down the mountain to Brevard, I saw lovely stalks of Joe-Pye Weed in their lavender-mauve bloom, thousands of them.


And so it goes
As I return to each season in this second year of living near the woods*creek*meadow, I am finding myself a bit less overwhelmed by all the possibilities of what I need to do.

Harrow(ing)
During our early March visit to the woods*creek*meadow, I was able to partially solve the mystery of the large object buried on the woods-side of our creek, thanks to our builder, Tony. He offered the use of his small Bobcat excavator, already on our premises for some driveway work, after I told him about noticing something spiked and metal sticking out of the ground more than a year ago as I was cleaning up trash in the woods.

After the deluge
Hurricane Helene stormed through the mountains of North Carolina in late September while my husband and I were visiting my son and his family in Melbourne, Australia. We watched the events unfold an ocean and a continent away.



Pick your poison
It’s probably a little late in the summer for this, but I need to make a public service announcement about poison ivy.

Illumination
The ground over which I now was watching these tiny sparks of light from my front porch was a place I had known the joy of kinship…

