“Our” butterfly emerged! Well, I think that it was our butterfly. (See Approaching Autumn.) The tomato stalk that the chrysalis was attached to fell over, like tomatoes do at this time of year. I moved a section of the stalk, with the chrysalis, to the lip of an empty dog bowl and supported it with a bit of rusty barbwire. I would have been more careful, but there were things to be done. Two days later, the dog bowl was back in use, the barbwire was on the table top on the deck, and the chrysalis was nowhere to be seen. George denied seeing a chrysalis before moving the bowl. Which is probably a true statement, regardless of the position of the chrysalis, but didn’t lead me to any answers. What we did find while doing chores on September 21, was a newly emerged butterfly.
It was so exciting to see our butterfly, contemplate its past, and speculate on its future that I probably wasn’t the best host. I crawled close to it to inspect and photograph it, even before its wings were fully extended. Despite being a sunny day, it was cool and breezy. I wanted the butterfly to be on a sunny, sheltered nectar source. I chased the poor butterfly, probably sealing its demise. Fortunately for the butterfly, I haven’t see it since. Getting loved to death is a real possibility around here.
Larry is visiting today. He and George picked pasture apples (no, not that kind!) for the pantry. They peeled and cored them. So far 58 quarts have been canned and there are at least a couple of gallons awaiting canning or eating. I was chief bottle washer, but allowed to peel and core the last apple of the bunch (for today).
Come and visit! We might serve you some apple crisp…after completing a project or two!
Some people cringe at cool days with clear blue sunshine followed by an early sunset. For me, they are both energizing and cozy. Here is a glimpse of the things that are capturing my attention.
The Waupaca Area Triathlon is held in August each year. George and I volunteer and earn funds for the library. The 2014 triathlon will be held on August 16 next year. If you have any desire to participate, let me know how to encourage you! Both the short and long courses fill up most years.
Our garden might not contain a large variety of plants, but the ones we do have are plentiful.
George planted hardy hibiscus from seed this spring. Most of them were transplanted into a row containing composted manure. The difference in height is apparent, but the difference in number of leaves on each is striking!
The composted row is in the foreground. The second row with zinnias and zucchinis has the small hibiscus in it.
Our property lines follow the road and perpendicular as marked by the stop sign.
The large tank behind the clothesline belongs to the neighbors. Jack and Ed helped us with the steps on the deck earlier this year.
Asian pears are ripening on a tree planted several years ago.
I estimate that I picked over 100 pounds of tomatoes on Monday. This is the second picking.
While I was picking, I found a monarch caterpillar preparing to form a chrysalis on one of the tomato plants.
When I checked back today, it had transformed. According to The Life Cycles of Butterflies, “If this phase of its life cycle occurs during the warm summer months, the butterfly should be fully developed and ready for eclosion, or emergence from its chrysalis, in about two weeks. If the insect enters its chrysalis phase during the cooler months of autumn, then it may wait out the winter by going into diapause, hibernating until warmer spring weather arrives.” Since I’ve seen so few butterflies this season, I get excited when they do appear.
Each year a group of friends gathers to camp, gather mosquito bites, and eat. This was our 20th year. William, Violet, and James explored a geocache at Lake Kegonsa State Park.
Those of us without dogs checked out the White Oak Nature Trail.
The zucchini is here! I am sampling another zucchini bread, this time zucchini gingerbread. It took me quite a while to learn that there is something special about letting a quick bread rest in the pan for 10 minutes after it comes out of the oven. Let it rest nine minutes and the middle of the loaf sticks to the pan, leaving a giant hole in the bottom of the loaf. Rest for 11 minutes, and the loaf is cemented to the pan. Ten minutes = magic. It can’t be explained otherwise.
The sale plants at the store were too much for me to resist today. I planted a Van Houtte Spirea (Spiraea x vanhouttei) in the front yard. George planted two Chandler blueberry (Vaccinium corymbosum ‘Chandler’) in the east yard. I am hoping that the “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” theory works for these perennials since they have been in pots in the parking lot since spring.
Here it is summer and I’ve been sampling a little of it all, so I don’t have a concise post to write. Here is some of my stream of life.
Four-year-old Henry spent the night with George and me. It was his first night away from home alone and he was absolutely blissful to be an only child. He saw the truck and equipment quilt on a bed and declared “That’s my bed!” We visited my childhood by reading two of my favorite picture books. I think Carol gave me I Had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew. As a child I had ambiguous feelings about the book because while I knew that a perfect world didn’t exist, wasn’t a book just the place to explore one? Professor Wormbog in the Search for the Zipperump-a-Zoo has always delighted me with its detailed drawings. Professor Wormbog leaving Island Joe’s Rentals is one of my favorite illustrations. Henry and I listened to Bob and Louise De Cormier perform Woody Guthrie’s Children’s Songs on the way to Henry’s house. Take You Riding in my Car-Car is one of my favorites.
We also picked peas in the garden.
Me: [Offering Henry peas in the pod]
Henry: I will stick my gum on my shirt to keep it clean.
Henry: Do them [these] need to be fried?
Me: No, you can eat them as they are.
Henry: I don’t like them. But they got rid of the cookie-ness in my mouth. [Not sounding displeased, just interested.]
Henry shares my enthusiasm for plants. He points out mullien (even as a wilted leaf on the road). He jumps off his bicycle to point out asparagus in the ditch (too big to eat, he correctly declares). While zooming by on his bicycle he says “I see strawberries!” and then corrects himself that he doesn’t (it was Virginia Creeper). That boy is learning the best stuff!
Henry: [Arriving in the living room using my electric toothbrush.] I didn’t brush my teeth yet so I thought I should.
Me: Okay. [The horse was already out of the barn.]
Henry: Where is your toothbrush?
Me: [Indicating the brush in his mouth] That’s it.
Henry: I thought it was George’s.
Each of Jack and Jenny’s boys has had a night alone with us now. It is busy enough when they are here that I haven’t gotten any photos of them yet. Robbie, Charlie, and Henry are such great kids that I hope that they can come again soon!
Invasive St. Johnswort has shown up on our farm within the last few years. We have been pulling it by hand, but it has expanded its range. It is also more prominent in ditches and roadsides. We also have the native, non-invasive St. Johnswort in our wet meadow.
George has been crazy busy cutting and dabbing invasive buckthorn.
In the garden, eggplant and tomatoes are growing.
Carol gave us thimbleberry to plant and it is doing well in our yard and woods.
Mom and Larry shared raspberries with us. Just like puppies, they look very appealing to me when they are small!
The yucca in our prairie is crazy pretty.
Prairie plants with yellow blossoms fall into the yellow flowers category for me. If you can ID them, let me know!
The wild quinine looks happy.
The toad was not interested in being photographed and kept hopping away.
We have spiderwort in our prairie and flowerbeds. This one is in the flowerbed.
Monarda is a nectar species for the Karner blue butterfly.
Milkweed is competing for space among our tomatoes.
Luckily I can pull it out since there is much of it in our prairie.
Deer eat the seed pods from our cream wild indigo every year.
The compass plant in the prairie hasn’t grown upward in the prairie for the last ten years because of deer browsing. It is crazy big in the composted flower bed though! Here it is blooming above George’s head. The redbud next to it is happy too.
We saw several small frogs (wood frogs, from what I could see before they hopped away). There is a nice grove of hemlock, but the area is so heavily browsed by deer that there is no understory in much of the woods. We will be back to visit after the frost when the leaves are pretty and mosquitoes dead.