When walking about the property, I never know what I will find. Some things grow in the most peculiar places. Sometimes, I don’t need to go very far! I’ve seen mint grow through a crack like the picture above. But, this is an ordinary weed. It’s a strong thing – and persistent! I got home from work yesterday and saw it. I’m not leaving it there, but I wanted to get a picture of it before I pulled it.
I know you can’t really tell because of the leaves, but this mint plant is growing on concrete.
I really need to get this holly out of the rose bush before it gets any bigger. It’s big enough as it is and I hope I can get enough of the root system to transplant it. I know the birds had something to do with it growing where it is.
I have a bunch of babies growing on the property, most of which I have transplanted. I’m starting to have difficulty in transplanting, I’m running out of room.
Oh, the babies!! Did you know that holly trees are male or female? And in order to have babies you need one of each growing near each other. The female is the one that gets the berries. The male gets flowers, but no berries. Robins are the only bird/animal that I have found that eat holly berries. They go crazy for them in the dead of winter. Deer might go after the holly tree, but it needs to be a really rough winter. The leaves and berries are too tough and/or poisonous.
I know things will grow on old logs and stumps, especially rotten ones. There’s so much nutrients in the rotting wood, it gives life to new plants. The plants that grow on them makes for interesting photography! (The same with concrete, textures draw me in!)
If the photograph is cropped in right, it could look like a cave or cavern or something. I left it like it is so you can tell it’s a stump.
I have plants that I didn’t plant or buy. I wouldn’t have bought it! Sage and ornamental grass are two such plants.
This is bee balm sage, I do believe. When I was working in the garden a couple years back, I noticed it. It came from nowhere!!! Squirrels, birds, or deer are to blame. At first, I had no idea what it was, so I clipped it and took it to a local nursery. The guy said it was Russian Sage. When I got home, I looked it up…it’s not Russian sage. I believe it’s Bee Balm. Russian Sage gets a purple flower. This ones blooms start out white and then turn yellow. I’ve got two of them now, and bees absolutely love it.
I will dry the leaves and burn it when I’m feeling stressed and need to relax. The Native Americans did this, but they used a different sage with broader leaves and is more of a small bush. What I have is more like a tree.
This is the only picture of ornamental grass I have at the moment. Where it’s growing, I wouldn’t have planted it. I didn’t even buy the thing – deer, squirrels or birds brought it in. It’s growing in a garden with a cedar tree, daffodils, and iris’.
I know, mushrooms grow where it’s moist! This one grew around the stick, not sure where the stem is…it’s just attached. Kind of looks like a pancake, stuck in a tree.
I’ll leave you with this for today. Where ever plants can find the right amount of nutrients and sunlight, they will grow!
Where there’s a will, there’s a way!
Very pretty sunrise this morning, thought I’d share!
I’ve kissed the sun good morning or good night plenty of throughout my life. Don’t know which I like better. Mornings are a fresh start, evening is hope for tomorrow.
I didn’t know this but there is a song called “Kissing the Sun” by The Young Gods. It’s a single on their 1995 album ONLY HEAVEN. Don’t know anything about it… I googled “kissing the Sun” and that popped up.
Mornings at the beach are the best, but mountain sunrises are pretty close. Don’t really know which I prefer.
Do you know what makes the sunrise or sunset so pretty? Natural and man made pollution causes the colorful sunrises and sunsets. Water molecules and dust are also to blame. During the day, the effect is minimal due to the amount of atmosphere the sunlight has to travel through.
I have more photos of sunsets than I do sunrises.
“There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.”
I love this quote and it’s absolutely true!
Red sky at night, sailors delight
Red sky in morning, sailors take warning.
I think just about everyone has heard this saying. I think it’s true. It means that if the sky is red in the morning it’s going to be a bad day to sail. But if the sky is red at night, it’s going to be good weather.
“The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.” – Roberto Bolano
“A sunset is the sun’s fiery kiss to the night.” – Crystal Woods
I’ve been really busy working in my gardens lately. I got a bunch of flowers from a friend (she just wants a crepe myrtle in return) plus I ordered about 40 bulbs. What was I thinking?!? I’ve been wanting to expand my garden out front, so all is ok! I also put some rock down for my walkway. I can only do a little at a time, but I will get it done!!
The rock walkway is to help deter water from pooling at the bottom of the deck steps. For the most part it’s working.I started with the brick alongside the house and at the bottom of the steps. This was, initially, to help with mowing. I soon realized I needed more. The mower kept moving the brick. I added some garden rock and a yucca. The yucca died! It was a transplant, so no big loss!
The whole area to the right of the stone and yucca is eventually going to be filled in. I am slowly but surely working on it. My hope is to have it complete before winter sets in. After all, I have been working on it since 2016.
The plant in the white pot is a grape vine. I’m not sure if it’s alive, but it will be a cool Halloween decoration if it’s not.
It wasn’t doing anything where it was planted along my grape arbor. So I bought another one, dug this one up and put the new one in. If this one is alive, I’ll plant it somewhere near the property line. (I have my doubts!)
I’m also working on the front of the house. I’m kinda surprised the strawberries are blooming, but happy! I will have strawberries!!!! I just transplanted them from a different part of the yard. They weren’t doing too well where they were. (the strawberries are right in front) The bell post is to the left, if you’ve read any of my other posts. Again, the area to the right is going to be filled in with flowers and a stepping stone/pebble walkway. It will be to the right of the strawberries and connect to the walkway near and around the bird feeder (top of picture, almost center).
I decided to put logs around the dogwood flower patch. Last year, my boyfriend kept mowing some of them down. His defense was that I have plenty of flowers and they will grow back. Well, he mowed over them enough times that they didn’t come back this year. I’m not too happy, but what can I do?
I had gone to Home Depot (I prefer Lowe’s, but didn’t feel like going to the other side of town) today to get some stone for the deck walkway, and looked at different kind of edging. They didn’t really have anything I liked, and everything was way too expensive so I paid for my rock and came home. I would figure out something. As you can tell, I did. Hopefully, it stays there. My boyfriend says it’s nice, so we will see.
Thought I’d add a picture of some tulips I planted this spring. The rest of the post is about spiders.
Spiders really aren’t bad creatures. For the most part, like snakes, they just want to survive and be left alone. The only spiders I kill are ones that look like they could be black widows. Those I don’t like, for obvious reasons.
Most spiders eat bugs that we don’t like.
Even ones inside the house I try not to kill. I’ve seen them kill stink bugs, which we had a severe problem with a couple of years ago. (Praying mantis’ and wrens eat stink bugs as well.) So, in my book spiders are good!
Jumping spiders have really good eye sight. The males put on a really good song and dance for the lady spiders. I’ve never heard them sing, or make any kind of noise. I guess humans can’t hear them.
Wolf spiders live in the ground, hunt at night. They don’t spin a web. I couldn’t tell you how many I have dug up when working in one of my gardens. I’ve had them scurry across my hand. This one (above) was about the size of my hand. I know it looks huge, it’s the way I cropped it.
Female wolf spiders are maternal, from what I’ve read. They will carry the egg sak on their backs and even the babies until they are old enough to hunt on their own.
** I’ve picked up some more hours at my day job, so you may not see as many posts, maybe two or three a week.
Yesterday we saw our first black snake this year! We probably wouldn’t have seen it if we didn’t need to run to the store. I love black snakes – don’t know why ( my favorite animal is the wolf). In Chinese astrology I was born in the year of the snake. Maybe that’s why.
This black snake eventually went into the woodpile.
For the most part, they just want to be left alone. One of the best things about black snakes is they eat mice. So, we don’t really have a mouse problem around here. (My cat eats them too, but that’s another story!)
They also eat baby birds and eggs. It upset me when I heard the momma bird squawking, but there was nothing I could do! Survival of the fittest, right!? I did take pictures, so it didn’t upset me too much.
This is a small one, probably only about 18 inches long. It wasn’t too hard to get out of the house…it slithered into the vent cover, which I had closed. I threw it and the snake outside.
One night, late last summer, my son woke my boyfriend and I up saying there was a snake in the house! I thought he was joking…he wasn’t. It was right outside my bedroom! Another baby, about a foot long! My boyfriend grabbed a clamp and threw it outside. Later, we found some skin hanging from the basement storm door. He probably fell off, landing on the inside, and slithered into the house when the door was opened.
We had a couple of black snakes living under the front stoop! I concreted up the holes, making sure they weren’t under the stoop when I completely sealed it. I did NOT want dead snakes under there! I did one side, made sure they weren’t under the concrete then sealed the other side!
Took me a couple of days, but there are no more snakes under the stoop or sidewalk. There were a couple other places I concreted up, one in the mint garden and another along the driveway.
My dad and I had been working on rebuilding the mower shed. I couldn’t do much because I had just had major surgery, but I helped a little when I could. I decided to take a break and went to sut down in the door of the camper. I heard a little commotion behind me. I stood up (I hadn’t sat down completely) , looked, and there was a snake slithering away from me. A couple seconds later here comes a mouse with her babies still hanging out! (She was giving birth when the snake disturbed her!)
Some facts about black snakes:
Non venomous, constrictor
Can grow up to 8 feet long, usually around 4
Have been known to nest with copperheads
Lay up to 30 eggs, babies are 12 inches long, incubation period is 60 days, adults mate in spring
Lay their eggs in rotten logs, manure, , wood piles, manmade structuresh
Hunt during the day in spring and fall, at night during the summer
Will rattle their tail to make predator think it’s poisonous. Also produce a musk and will bite (story about that in another post)
I am working on a post about the Morris’…hopefully I’ll have it posted by tonight. In the meantime, here are some photos to enjoy.
Sorry I didn’t post anything yesterday. Life kinda got in the way!
Just wanted to provide some information about my Morris ancestry. It took me forever to find this information…my dad had a ton of information on the Shaffer’s (his mother’s side) but next to nothing about his dads. I had as far back as Oliver Morris, my great great grandfather. After searching for what seemed forever (months?) I finally found a census from Oliver which stated that his father came from Wales and his mother came from Germany. Her name was Leah. The 1854 census for Oliver states the following: born 1854, male, 66 years old; widowed; head of house hold, owns property; father’s birth place South Wales (NOT New South Wales), mother’s birth place Germany.
I haven’t been able to find anything on Leah’s side of the family.
I was very excited to find this! Until I realized Morris was a popular name in Wales. Oh the searching that took place. I didn’t have any other info to go on. So, I keep searching, looking for someone that might fit the criteria. I found Isaac Morris! The 1880 Bush Creek, Fulton, PA census for him is as follows: age 56, farmer, male, household members: Isaac age 56, Leah age 57. He was baptised March 7, 1824 in Cilycwm, Carmarthenshire, Wales. The 1841 census (Wales) is as follows: (this is in Egremont, Carmarthenshire, Wales) Birth year, 1822-1826, birth place Carmarthenshire; parish, Egremont; county, Carmarthenshire; house hold members, Thomas 60-64, Carmarthenshire; Mary 55-59, Carmarthenshire; Isaac 15-19, Carmarthenshire; Mary James 15-19, Carmarthenshire. I also found a document that stated Isaac’s father as Thomas Morris 1779- (?), and his mother was Mary Edmonds 1783-1843 and he had a brother named Theophilus 1839- (?). This all seems to add up to me. When I found all this, I did the math. It seemed to fit!. I finally had something and I went with it.
Thomas’ father was William Morris, and was apparently very famous. He was a botanist, antiquary, letter writer. If you search his name wallpaper comes up. He married Mary Ann Reynolds who was heiress of a branch of Williamses (formerly Boleyns) of Breconshire (Blaen-nant, Clanheugan, Brecknock(?)). Not sure if I have that last part spelled right…I copied everything from the computer by hand.
The Morris’/Morys are descended from ancient family of Bulk’eley
After this is speculative, but I find it interesting. I couldn’t find any concrete information the names keep changing…Williams father was Lewis Morris/Morys. His father was Morys ap Richard Morys. The son took the fathers last name as his first name (Morys ap Richard Morys litteraly means Morys son of Richard Morys as far as I have found). The daughter was kind of the same but they got fetch or verch (as in (Elsbeth fetch John or Elizabeth verch Madog). Those names are actual ancestors I pulled to give examples. Once I found that Lewis Morris/Morys had a son William and the dates seemed to line up, I found a lot of info. There are a lot of kings, princes and lords in the tree. Gruffudd Fychan ap Gruffudd is the last I have on the direct line of the Morris’. He was probably born around 1300. He married Mawd Clement.
Through the wives I have lineage all the way back to Charlemagne and beyond. I stopped with his line when they noted that after this point it is speculative. I should’ve done this earlier, but I was going to count how many generations back Charlemagne is but I haven’t marked it yet. I’m sure it’s something like 30+ generations. Some of the lines go so far back that it starts to turn into mythology or legends. For example, Raum “the old” Norsson, King of Alfheim (Norway). I was going to try to include more than what I have in this post, but I think I’ve included enough information. At least enough to keep you interested. There is so much to write about, I have to break it down. There’s just no way around it.
My next post on the Morris’ will be on some of the other information I found related to Morris. I will also, at some point, do posts on Charlemagne and the other kings, lords, knights and legends that are supposedly in my tree.
I will leave you with this: Morys ap Richard (Morris Richard) married Margaret Owen. Her father did not like him, they eloped one night in her fathers yard – she climbed down from her bedroom, said “I do” and went back to bed. It came out later that they were married…he had gone on a trip and she learned of the ships fate that she thought he was on. (For some reason he wasn’t on it.) She was a nervous wreck. Morys ap Richard would be my 7th great grandfather.
This will probably be a multi-part series. Not sure how many at this point. This post is about my younger years, up to about 5 years old.
My name is Holly and I was born and raised in Maryland. I grew up in an old farmhouse, built in 1900. My parents were Max and Charlotte (Ningard) Morris. They met in Ocean City, MD in 1968, married in 1969.
That’s my mom with her Chevelle. She sold it in the ’90’s for what she paid for it. It needed major work!
That’s my dad. He just shot a groundhog. I grew up in a hunting and fishing family. I never went hunting with my dad, but I loved to fish. I now wish I had gone hunting with him, but I can’t change the past.
I was born in 1977 and I had one sister. I say “had” because we had a falling out after my dad passed away in 2017. I’m not going into detail about her and what happened, but it was bad. I haven’t talked to her in almost 2 years.
I was ALWAYS outside!! If you couldn’t find me I was probably up a tree. I started climbing shortly after I learned to walk. I also liked to wander, especially if my dad was watching me. I remember a story my mom always told, it was shortly after my sister was born. I was around two years old. It was probably the weekend because my dad was home, I wanted to go outside with him. Mom didn’t want to let me, but dad promised he’d keep an eye on me. Well, a few minutes later mom got a call from the neighbor wanting to know if she (my mom) knew where I was. “She’s outside with her dad” was the reply. Nope! I had wandered up to the farm house. Mom decided to play a joke on dad…at first he thought I’d come back inside. After looking around a bit, mom said something about me wandering into the cornfield…dad got about two or three rows in when mom started laughing. “She’s gone up to Mr. Smith’s.” I’m sure my dad wasn’t too happy, but at the same time relieved.
The house didn’t always look like this! It originally had asbestos siding, and a metal awning over the front door. When we moved, they tore the house down and burned it. They had to take the siding off to do this (more about this in a later post). Many memories were made here.
I loved the beach! The first time my parents took me to the beach – I was about 6 months old – my mom stuck my feet in the water and I cried when she took me out. We went there every year til 1990 or 91 when huricane Bob damaged the camper too much to be used for camping (it is used for storage now). When my mom was pregnant with me, everyone told her to be careful or I’d be born with sand on my feet.