Outside Clyde , all around good guy, Christopher C., came to fruition. Sitting around the dining table getting to know each other while the wind howled like a banshee outside and the rain pelted the windows, one couldn’t help but notice that it’s all about the view up there.
We were waiting for a break in the weather so a tour of the hillside woodland could be led by the fair Bulbarella and her able husband, The Contractor, along with some commentary added by horticultural whiz Christopher. Finally the sun peaked out just long enough for us to brave the steep and narrow trails to see the results of over thirty years of slope taming. Native and exotic plants were in various stages of bloom. It was hard to know where to look, the hosts kept a quick pace as there was lots of ground to cover in the figure eight paths that traversed the rocky terrain. Thankfully Chris reminded me to take some pictures, pointing out a large grouping of the iris cristata. The wind was still blowing and the temperature seemed to be dropping, but we were entraced by the story of the choosing of the property, the building of the house and the planting of the diverse group of flowering shrubs. Many of the plantings have propagated themselves through the years, scattering their offspring over the land.
High on the itinerary was the viewing of the rock art built by Christopher at the entrance to his new home. In the background is the framed cabin he is building himself, with direction and assistance from The Contractor.
Builder and contractor viewing their project with well deserved pride. The concrete pillars, metal strapping and well constructed carpentry work are impressive and sound. The rock wall is a true work of art, fit together precisely and thoughtfully.
The view from the window in the kitchen where a table and chairs will sit. The changing of the seasons can be recorded while enjoying a cup of coffee. The structure looks out to the west, to best partake of spectacular sunsets through mountain mists.
Plants were brought from the Faire Garden to reside on the mountain, and our host kindly reciprocated with wood hyacinths, trilliums and the much desired black jack in the pulpit. A million thanks for these gifts, we will do our best to give them the same quality growing conditions they enjoyed on their hillside home. We have a hill also, but our soil cannot compare to the crumbly leaf mould found in Christopher’s woods.
Native larkspur dotted the landscape, spreading from across the road and onward down the trails.
Huge and magnificent rhododendrons were just coming into full bloom.
From the top of the property, which is also the county line marked by a barbed wire fence, you can see over the roof of the house. The vertical element of the tall tree trunks, the green sward of bulb, wildflower and tree foliage, the blue haze of the cloud laden mountains in the distance make this a perfect picture of being one with nature. They have used the lay of the land to carve for themselves homes and gardens that are the stuff of dreams.
Thanks to Bulbarella, The Contractor and Christopher for a fabulous ending to a wonderful Mother’s Day.