paradise lost

This monstrosity sprang up on the neighbor's property to the south of us---a saw or chipping mill-- logs are brought in and ground into shavings. It runs constantly with a loud whining noise like a super dentist's drill piercing my consciousness whenever I am outdoors, drowning out bird calls and anything natural. The debris is burned in an eternal fire filling the air with choking smoke.

To my east another neighbor has a firing range/hunting lodge where the sound of gunfire echoes day and sometimes until 10 at night.

Usually the prey are animals released from traps and often wind up here wounded and struggling.

So much is changing in my peaceful hideaway.

still trying

The yellow leaves of a crepe myrtle tree discarded long ago still push up bravely through a debris pile. It was growing in our yard years before we moved here, and was moved twice before it was finally banished to this no where land at the bottom of the hill. While photographing the hickories I noticed its out of place color and felt a twinge of regret. Such a hearty soul.

a most peculiar thing

The Walmart parking lot----filled with people, cars and activity.

And this bold crow strutted across the roof of a truck while shouting a caw to the whole scene. I stopped and talked  for a while, but it worried him not.

A most peculiar thing.....

glowing hickories

Hickories in our woods yesterday--a dark and unseasonably warm day. All that changed a few hours ago as temperatures plummeted with rain and wind. 

white by the gate

Camellia "white by the gate"

Perfect even after the freeze and wind

winter roses

Autumn has been mild and pleasant so far, but a freeze is predicted for tomorrow.

So I picked these 3 roses to rescue from the biting wind and killing cold. Like a new mother I can't stop taking photos and admiring their form and color. 

It will be months before they bloom again.

End.....and a false start

As the last persimmon clings to highest branch on the tree ..... the apple tree sends forth abortive spring blossoms.

No killing frost yet, a 2 month drought, and record breaking heat have the plant world confused.

sweet olive overload

The almond/apricot scent of sweet olive hangs heavy in the autumn air. My grandson played with the water sprinkler one afternoon, and the grateful  shrub, thirsty in our current drought, gulped it up and thanked us in flowers.

When I turned on the porch light to check the outdoors before going to bed, I was thrilled to see them like snow flakes on the tree.

a pretty "poison"

At least it was for the tree.......

These stunning honey colored mushrooms grew in clusters through my yard a few weeks ago.

I took photos and admired the form and symmetry. It turns out the fungus was the  reason for the death of the tree near the mushrooms.

http://www.lsuagcenter.com/profiles/rbogren/articles/page1479764911631

moon rings

It was overcast during the "supermoon". So I had to settle for frosty moon rings.

summer warrior

battered by the north wind

chilled out of the sky

trees and vistas

The tallest tree in the first photo is a sycamore I planted 30 years ago.

It came in a packet of bare rooted native seedling trees from our state forestry service. It was probably a foot tall then. It

amazes me how much it's grown!

The second photo is of the vistas that return after the hay is cut and baled. It's been first a very wet spring and then hot summer. It was a jungle out there.

We can breathe again 

orchid joy

Some of my window sill orchids are lighting my days

fall morning

A bit cooler in morning for the last few days so I was able to walk some.

I love the pattern on the discarded hay tool.

The early morning sun shines through the mature grass waiting to be cut.

Cypress vine blooms on the pasture gate attracting migrating hummingbirds that guard it like gold.

A new calf that anxious mom is hovering over while she keeps an eye on me.

another plant surprise

It's been a long hot summer---still record breaking heat everyday. My journeys have been few and opportunities for photos scarce. While stooping down to turn on the faucet this happy face grinned up from a slightly overgrown shade garden. I have not grown this flower for 20 years or more! Some how a seed survived and found things just right.

Nature is always finding ways to surprise us!

stone bottom rivers

Visiting in central Texas again this week--

The Hill Country.

Stone bottom rivers flow through the arid hills. The water is usually crystal clear and the bottoms scoured of vegetation and sediment. Since I grew up in southern Louisiana where there are no hills to encourage water to rush along and no rocks, and water is generally murky, sluggish and filled with mystery, I can't get enough of the bubbling clarity of these waterways.

The downside, however, are the great flash floods that can occur without much warning. Some of the great floods of a year ago are still evident in some of the twisted trees and debris piled up on the banks. Homes, bridges and roads were washed away on a few chaotic hours.

crossing the mighty Mississippi

At Baton Rouge....

Swollen from recent rains, but not as bad as it was a month ago when spillways had to be opened to lessen the threat of floods.

Tug boats push barges loaded with cargo and to the extreme lower right a casino operates on a replica steamboat.

Baton Rouge is north of New Orleans (where the river is wider and river traffic ever busier).

It is the state capital and a big refinery town where petroleum is processed.

frosty morning

After a day of fierce storms, tornadoes, we awoke to a frosty morning and the return of the deer. They have been absent  for several months. There were 5 of them though only one shows in this photo.
More crazy wind today, but clear skies.
March is preparing to roar its way into spring.

another chance

That's a rose shaped succulent growing on the concrete surface of our patio near a bench where I keep my cacti and succulents.

A few days before I had been lamenting the loss of the parent plant due to rabbits and bad weather. Then
I noticed some green growth near the bench and realized that somehow a small piece must have fallen out before the big plant died and had quietly struggled through the winter to produce this tiny plant.

Thrilled to have another chance with it and amazed that it showed up so near to the time of my wishing I had another.