This tree is my small cherry tree that nearly died in the deerpocalypse last year. This year, safe in its little cage, it seems to have done fine, but it’s strange how the leaves seem uninterested in changing color in the Fall.
This tree is the tallest tree on lot 73. If the sun comes out in the next week or two (that’s asking something unreasonable, to be sure), I’ll get to watch the midday autumn sun’s illumination retreat up this tree over several days and then disappear off the top, as the sun undertakes to hide for the next four months behind the mountain – that is winter’s shadow.
My greenhouse produced this cherry-sized tomato, below – I’m not even sure why. I had a tomato plant. It struggled, as tomato plants do, here – even in greenhouses. This is the sole output of my tomato plant – a desultory nod toward tomatic destiny.
This tree is the pussy-willow tree I (trans-)planted last year. It seems to have figured out when Fall is.
A customer came in the store, with her child. The woman was speaking Haida with the child. This is what you do when you’re trying to help a child develop some bilingualism – it’s an attempt at some immersion. When she bought her products and was checking out, she said (I’m pretty sure) “Háw’aa” which means thank you. That was the first time I’ve had a customer speaking Haida in the store. The language is close to extinct, but there are strong community efforts being made to resurrect it. I told the woman I thought she was doing a wonderful thing.
This tree is a dawn redwood (metasequoia) that I got in the mail. I had two of these two years ago, but they failed to flourish (which is to say, they went to the great compost heap in the sky). I am going to try again – this time, I think I’ll not put them out in the damp until they’ve had a year to establish themselves as indoor plants first.
This tree is about one inch tall. I think I germinated a cypress tree seed in my greenhouse. I’m not completely sure on the identity, but it’s the only thing I planted in that bucket. I will try to grow a cypress tree.
This tree is a cherry tree I planted as a seedling over a year ago. Last fall, the deer-pocalypse came and they ate almost the whole tree, but I thought it might survive, so I put a cage around it to protect it, and sure enough, it’s making a strong effort.
This tree experienced a moment of illumination.
I got some baby lettuce out of my greenhouse, thinning the patch somewhat.
Art had a doctor’s appointment this morning. Just some lab tests, nothing related to changed diagnosis. It took a long time because they wanted a urine sample, and that’s not something Art does on demand these days. I’ve always felt he’s chronically dehydrated, but I simply cannot convince him to drink more fluids.
This tree was hanging out with some other trees on the outskirts of Thorne Bay, off on the other side of our island.
It’s about an hour and half drive from Rockpit to Thorne Bay. I went there because our new neighbors (who bought the lot where the house burned down in 2019) arrived by boat from down south, and they needed a taxi service over to Thorne Bay to pick up their truck with trailers, which was delivered via barge. All the barges to the island land over there – it’s more convenient on the east side of the island, directly adjacent to the Alaskan “inside passage”.
When I got home, I found a zucchini flower in my greenhouse, despite the persistent rain and obstinately gray skies.
This tree is hoping for a bit of sun in through the window. There is a maple tree and two bay laurels, which I got a few months ago via the internet. I don’t want to subject these baby trees to the unending damp of an outdoor life in Southeast Alaska just yet – I have noticed that exotic saplings seem to have a hard time with that aspect of the local climate, more than issues with the lower temperatures or lack of direct sun. Too many of my saplings have died of “too much moisture” – mostly due to concomitant mold / fungus, I suspect.
This tree had a mountain behind it.
I built a shelf in my greenhouse. I was particularly proud of the fact that I used entirely “found” and “trash” items to build it – wood abandoned on the side of the road, some particle board shelf pieces found in the dumpster at work. I get a “Robinson Crusoe” feeling when I can do something like that, which pleases me.
This tree stood by while a duck swam northward (small light-colored speck on the water near the exact center is duck).
This tree in the foreground is a young oak tree I was trying to grow. It was doing well. It has been outdoors all summer, it had lots of leaves. I planted it in the ground about 5 weeks ago. Last night, some forest beast (I’m assuming a deer) came along and ate all its leaves, leaving only a few. I’m not sure it can survive this.
This tree is more of an ambitious shrub: it’s a rhododendron bush that arrived in the mail yesterday. I planted it in a planter bucket in the greenhouse, for now. I’d like to have a rhododendron on my lot – I know it’s possible, since many other people have lots of rhododendrons planted. We shall see. I’m batting less than 500 on trees and shrubs in general.
This tree had been presumed dead – for the last 6 months. It arrived from the live tree order service I use with only one leaf, which it promptly lost. So I left it in its bucket with its equally dead peers, lined up in a “failed tree” graveyard on the western side of the greenhouse. And this morning, I noticed this dead tree had put out two leaves. Interesting!
This tree (these three trees) is (are) dead – they are three exotic trees I tried to grow, but I was unwise and let them experience a hard frost last month.
I have other exotic trees that are less dead, including a coast redwood, a dawn redwood, an oak, a flowering cherry, and two douglas fir.
This tree had a notch cut in it 10 days ago, but only today did I complete my project to end its life.
I cut some of it into rounds for future burning.
I also went and planted some leeks in my greenhouse garden. Last time I planted leeks they didn’t do that well, but I had some seeds so I decided to try. So far the only thing growing well this year is some carrots.
ㅁ The garden lay, ungrowing (damp, brown earth); it was a dearth of sprouting and a surfeit of waiting.
ㅁ I had bought a maple tree seedling. It arrived in the mail last year. I got it a pot with dirt. Last fall it seemed okay. But winter was hard. It is sproutless: no new leaves, no green, dead.
I did work in my greenhouse today. I rearranged a lot of dirt, removed a lot of winter-killed plant matter, and planted small beds of lettuce, radishes and green onions. The sun came out briefly, and since it’s now making it over the ridge to the south, the greenhouse felt its warmth and warmed up just a little bit.
This tree is a palm tree – in seed form. It’s a cold-resistant and shade-resistant variety of palm from China, and they have survived in England and Vancouver Island, so it has a chance of surviving here. So I’m going to try to germinate it and plant it. Because Rockpit needs a palm tree.
ㅁ My greenhouse has its hits and misses. It has done well with cucumbers. Onions, though: mediocre. A few green tomatoes. A fine hot pepper. Some nice carrots. And always lots of mold.
This tree is the same tree as tree #601, which is the same tree as tree #237. I planted (transplanted) it two years ago. It’s still alive, but not really thriving. Perhaps this is a metaphor for something.
Meanwhile, inside the greenhouse I found a cucumber.