Ev'n Song

The weekend was a blast, as well as a blast of energy, so it's nice to have a day at the posted speed limit!


Actually, that 'day' began last evening, while I was putting the veggie garden to bed. The ev'n song of the robins echoed in the dusk, the doe strolled through the driveway on her way to the stream and I do believe there were bats flitting about, hunting bugs.

Here's a shot of the orchard last evening (once again, 6 images stitched together for a very wide view) from the garden gate. At about the middle is the house, hidden behind branches; to the right is the cabin, built within several years of the house (late 1920's), and between them and a bit lower is the compost.
I point this out because the top of that slope was once a rail grade, before the Pidcock brothers bought the property and built the house.
Around the end of the 1800's, most of these areas were logged and the companies delivered the logs via rail cars to a depot known as a 'log dump' several kilometres east of here. There, the logs were 'dumped' into the water to be graded and valued, then bundled and rafted together in 'booms' to be delivered to sawmills along the coast.

I'm tracking down information on when the rail bed was dismantled; the house was built in 1923 and apparently the rail tracks were gone then. I'll keep you posted on my findings.

Pictured here are some of the newest arrivals in the garden - beans and peas. The peas reach for that bright orange netting which they'll cling to as they climb.
The beans? Not so lucky. As bush beans, they're expected to fend for their own stature, with no leg up, tho in the photo one is overseeing the newly broken ground of its brethren. Perhaps that's how they make it, after all.

A couple more images...
A last fleeting moment with bleeding hearts (their season is finished) which managed to poke through the very invasive mint, and hang a pendulous bunch of florets, now going to seed.
And a glorious blast of fireworks-style colour, courtesy of the rhodo jungle(!) in the centre of the driveway. Also in that shot are the white froth of the commonly-known-as 'bridal wreath' (Spirea vanhoutte) plus a cascade or 2 of yellow wisteria, brought together in a whisper of evening warmth. Rabbits were watching me from beneath the cover of the rhododendron...
Sandra