But Doug gave me one, not a wild one that grows in the mountains, they for sure wouldn't grow...but this one might, I hope. It's stayed nice and green all winter.
I can only hope.
Hope your day is good, it's very warm here, was 60 yesterday and is fast approaching that today, but now there are clouds, so I guess we are back to our weekly cycle of something falling from the sky early in the week. My guess is rain.
I love it when rain falls from the sky. The beardless irises love it, and I like not having to water. This snow, or even worse, ice is really getting me this year for some reason. Maybe cause I want to move to someplace warmer?
It has been nice today. After church I worked in the front yard bed. It has dls and TB iris. I hope I am not rushing things. I leave the foliage on until Spring and then clean up the beds. Polly, do you cut your iris back?
I cut my irises back in the spring. In your area I would probably do it in fall. Beardless irises don't have many insect or virus problems, so there is really no reason to cut them back at any given time. Mine are mainly beardless. The bearded I cut back when they start looking bad.
Hi, I finally found my way here!
I'm originally from New Orleans, but somehow ended up here at the northern tip of Kentucky, in a tiny rural town, and in the middle of the woods!
It's my job to keep the woods from closing in on us, and it's a full time job!
I am the official "Bushwhacker", lol. Right now I'm clearing lots of bindweed off a neglected area of the garden.
I wouldn't wish my drought on anybody, but it's killed all the bindweed that was all over my garden just a few weeks ago.
Funny thing about KY, the eastern mountains were flooded, central KY was sort of caught in the middle, and I haven't seen rain since the first week in June. It isn't pretty here on this end of the state. I think I'd rather be pulling bindweed.
Hi everyone. I just found this thread. I'm Cathy. I lived in KY for a couple of years way back when, and loved it there. We lived on a little branch (Blair Branch) not far from Whitesburg. That's in SE Kentucky. It was like joining a whole new culture for me. Some of the oldtimers still had outdoor toilets. I have some very good memories of the people there. My SIL was quite a bit older and to her dying day, would never eat in any restaurant or fast food places. And I had to show her how to use the restrooms when I took them to the drs. It was a neat time period in my life. Lots of good people there
Wow, what a coincidence, Sharon and Cathy!
I remember using an outhouse when visiting my ex's family down in Williamsburg. They lived in a cabin with a dirt floor, and the wood stove was used for cooking and heating. It was like a trip back in a time machine. This was back in the late '70s.
You know, I was born in '42, and I've never used an outhouse except at my great great grandmother's house which was built in the early 1800's. And I've never ever walked on a dirt floor. I did live in a very poor section of SE Kentucky, but I really didn't ever see or use those things. I did see a house once, where one of my friends lived, and it was papered with magazines and newspapers. I thought that was fascinating.
My great grandmother, who was very old when I was born, had a wood burning stove in the kitchen, and a pot bellied stove in the living room. All her furniture was handmade. I have her old washstand, and I love it. My Dad made a granite top for it. I think you can see it here.
Sharon, what a beautiful arrangement! Not just the floral arrangement, which on its own is very lovely and artistic, but the arrangement of all of it- furniture, accessories and wall pieces- I love it!
The talk of out houses and dirt floors reminds me of something funny. In the late 70's my oldest sister was living in Reno and nearly died of toxemia in late term pregnancy, and was hospitalized in San Fransisco for some time. Mom went to be with her, and met a nurse who was fascinated by Kentucky and asked lots of questions. She said she had always wanted to be a missionary and work with the poor hill folk here. She asked Mom about all the poor, uneducated, barefoot people, and was so surprised when Mom answered that she had witnessed those conditions from time to time, but it was far from the norm of Kentucky's population.
That also reminds me of Mom's distaste for people going barefoot, which I always found odd growing up. Now that I think about it, it makes sense that she didn't like the idea of falling into that stereotype. In general, I think hill folk are a proud people
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