When you walk out the front door here at Rabbit Run, you are facing west. What you see from the front door is the jungle that is typical of the hardwood forest normally found 100 miles east and south from here. We are in the transition zone between the hardwood forest and the short grass prairie. This is mostly for Coffee Bean who lives in Colorado where they don't get near as much rain. Even if there is no food pictures, two dogs can look. I do want to see pictures of 1st LT Bean.
You will have to be careful of the wildlife (don't step on the front porch kitty) He thinks I am going to feed him so he got up to follow me around to his dish on the patio. Normally he wouldn't even look up.
If you walk away from the front porch and turn around you will see the rock that Barb picked out to cover the front.
Continue walking away from the porch on the west side of the house you are headed north past Barb's small garden by the front walk. As you can see, I try to keep some area on the west side mowed and the sticks picked up. (Fire hazard abatement. This is the small garden with the lilies shown later)
In the driveway is the big boy's toy full of big boys' toys. I just bought a second hand chipper shredder to help make mulch out of the piles of sticks caused by all the storms we have had here in the area this year. It started with an ice storm early and then the wind started to blow the dead branches down. That's my 53, five window with a new door and fender.
As you walk across the driveway you turn south onto Barb's patio/plant farm. Anything and everything that can hold plants does. Yes, we left a tree growing up out of the middle of the patio. I would have cut that sucker down but the Master Gardner wanted a little shade.
Continuing south from the Patio you will walk up some steps to the deck that runs around the east side of the house. Looks a lot like the west side but I don't mow it. from the deck to the ground it is at least 8 feet here.
On the South side you are closer to 12 to 15 feet above the ground and can see the path to the south. There is a creek down there that has had running water for a month and ran bank full yesterday. Another two or three inches fell after the ground was soggy.
Barb has planted a lot of Native plants but has a soft spot for some of the non-native plants. Here are some day lilies and some Asiatic lilies. I have a picture of the front porch cat here in the sun waiting for me to feed him again but I will skip it for now.
This post took me about 30 minutes to put together because Barb read my last post and we had to discuss and cuss it. Needless to say in spite of my presenting historical precedents and rules of law she thinks I am wrong and everyone in the world should have the rights we do. The big difference is should and do.
Happy Triscadecaphobia to all of you out there. I normally would go to Barb's class at Tecumseh South and write this on the board. Now that she is retired I guess I'll just have to say it to you. (That is fear of the number 13, especially when it falls on Friday)
MUD
Beautiful home and beautiful truck!
ReplyDeleteI love those pictures! And it sure is green! A lot greener than I thought it would be in Kansas. Barb was right about leaving that tree. I think that is cool and really adds character.
ReplyDeleteYour truck is cool... although, it brought up a memory from High School. I was a senior and dating a marine stationed at Camp Pendelton in CA. He was 21. To this day I do not know why my Dad let me. Probably was hoping to marry me off quick or something. Anyway he had an old GMC truck. He kept it immaculate and it looked brand new. I wish I could remember the year, but it was similar in body style to yours. One time he came up to a light a little fast and I put my hands on the dash... he literally whipped a cloth diaper out of the glove box and buffed out my fingerprints! He was really weird. He was tall and good lookin' and wore a ton of Polo cologne. He liked to talk about my clothes and go to the mall. He said he wanted to be a hairdresser when he got out of the marines. Just weird, weird, weird. The only thing he was really good for was coming to my school to pick me up in that shiny truck in front of the boyfriend I had before who dumped me for my best friend. I sure did love that little perk!
Oh, I'm loving those big boy toys. Love the truck.
ReplyDeleteI had an entire string of muscle cars, back in the day. My kids don't believe it even when I get the photos out. I guess that's because I no longer resemble the hot mama driving the '70 Chevelle SS396. I can't afford to replace many of my cars from the past but I have a picture of a 1969 Karmann Ghia hanging on the wall behind my desk. That one is probably attainable. I just gotta come out of my currently unemployed state and find a job. Hmmmm, do I want the Ghia that bad? Don't know.
I'm really happy to have found your site (via the Country Doctor's Wife). I'm gonna go read your archives and see what you're been up to since Nam.
- Suzanne, the Farmer's Wife