the view from the street.
In 1980 I built a 30' x 28' square box cabin that followed the lines of the front walls that are set back. In 1999 I added an 18' wide x 10' deep section to the left side of the front. The addition gave me a front entrance, a wide set of stairs up the living level, floor to ceiling windows and another 108 sq' of living room floor space.
Living room windows
The windows face east. The view is a picture that contains some very big trees against a background of snow capped mountains. When we are close to the windows we can see quite a bit of our garden.
The garden wall was a huge pile of rocks I dumped around the trees in the right side of the picture in the shade. I was going to cover the rocks with dirt; but I pulled a few out to retain the bank so I could plant a tree. They looked pretty good so I pulled out a few more. Eventually I had a wall and a wall needs a cap so I poured a concrete cap. I then squeezed mortor into the gaps between the rocks using a mortor bag. Some guys can make a project out of anything, even a pile of rocks.
Mom's garden 1
I call it Mom's garden because had it not been for her persistent raking I probably would not have had a garden. click Angel 1 (to return, click on "photo album" then "our home"
Mom's garden 2
I divided the garden into sections using paths so that Mom could cultivate more easily.
Mom's garden 3
Another path, 2 more sections.
Scenes like this still make the shoveling worth while.
In the winter we grow snow.
This is in our indoor garden
with a visitor
in the fall
Bleeding hearts too
More bleeding hearts
These grew out of a pile of discarded dirt.
Red Flowering Currant
Bluebell, Wood hyacinth
This one came with the dirt
White Siberian Iris
When I first posted this picture I didn't know what this flower was because I didn't plant it. It came with the dirt. So I asked for help. A person named omeomy took the time to tell me the name of the flower, in my guestbook. Before I posted the name another visitor confirmed the identification in a comment she left else where. I was grateful for their time and the information.
2007 was a good year.
This one just appeared on its own. Perhaps a Jay planted it.
At least I think it is a violet. It came with another plant and it has spread like wildfire. It makes an attractive ground cover.
The florist said potted Axaleas rarely bloom a second time. Apparently this pretty one didn't know it was not supposed to bloom a second time.
We cut these before the frost to enjoy them a few weeks longer.
They were particularly beautiful this winter of 07/08.
"Mother's Healing Wall" 1 of 2
I had torn down a retaining wall of loose laid stone before Mom died On July 27 2010. The day after I decided I had to rebuild it. This is a picture taken just before I began pouring the footing.
"Mother's Healing Wall" 2 of 2
The completed, "Mother's Healing Wall".
The explanation of life and related writings.
While earning a B.A. and B.Phys.Ed. at McMaster U, Hamilton, ON, Can. circa 1970 I learned though there is still enough peace remaining in our lives to keep us alive, the complementary amount of conflict predominates our existence. I asked why. After years of looking inside and then outside all existing boxes I found the answer is the question of meaning I call "the last why", for it will never be answered. Still humanity has tried to "fill the void" behind "Why am I?" ever since, according to one story, it was first asked by 'Eve', who thus gave birth to humanity. The ways we try all conflict. The result is our history of optional, increasing conflict that can it seems still end in one of two ways.
In 2005 my Mom's need gave me the opportunity to discover if I was a fool for asking why by seeking reaction to the explication of life in my epic "The Last Why: the poem" the only way an anonymous carpenter could, with a website. I first tried to attract visitors with prose posts but when I realized I could also rhyme reason in short verse I did for my poetry is unique and so much easier to remember. I've had to advertise so I could be twice the fool but likes suggest I may not be.
If you like the reason in my rhymes please at least click the new 'like' (heart) button. It will help keep mine beating. Sharing may also help keep the heart of humanity beating. Thank you. Doug.E.Barr