WHAT TIME LOOKS LIKE

WHAT TIME LOOKS LIKE

Interesting exercise.

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Bought the laurels above for almost nothing, played with them for a couple of years, and gave up.  It is too hot here for Mountain Laurels, and they all developed holes in their leaves.  So not a lot of money was lost.

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Neither was it with all these Agave.  They all come from one mother, which is in another place on the acreage.  These love the sun here.  Same pots on the columns; common Prickly Pear is in them now.  This pool environment has lots of spiky things, counterintuitively.

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The Holly bushes on either side of the entry gate must be about two years old here.  A plywood box covers the machinery for the pool.

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Above, the hollies make a tunnel over the gate.  Brick has been added to the entry, tile to the pool deck and a little silo to cover the pool equipment. Confederate Jasmine almost covers the back fence now.  It was completely covered about four years ago, so much so that its density absorbed garden space and we had to start over.

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This is Sidney’s Live Oak, planted in 1997, the year he died.  Look at the sandy soil.  It is only with a system and a well that we can have grass.

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Here is the adolescent live oak today.  Have more of these, it takes some work to photograph and crop to make a good comparison.

MORE POOL

MORE POOL

It seems like more than three summers I have been working on the cement surface around the pool.  Never full-time; this year sculpture is pulling me hard.  And there’s the heat.  Much of the time, laying the tile is the only option.  Composing is more fun than grouting anyway.  It has been so hot these last weeks that grouting is out of the question.  One could only treat a small bit since it “cures” so quickly and that is simply inefficient.

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Last summer it occurred to me to date areas of the pool with reference to when they were created.  I had been doing this for years in the big house.

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Not even sure if it was 2012 when started, the numbers started there.  Numbers don’t mean much to me anyway, whatever they represent.

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In this area, where around a hundred “century plants” live, they are reflected in the tile work.

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Not too easy to read, “Here I Sit” is ready for grout when it gets cooler.  Obviously, this is where I sit, on the steps.

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Lots of real estate has been finished in this area this spring.   Curvilinear lines make up most of the figure; various organized squares of tile picked up on the street present a small area of tight pattern to contrast with the otherwise pretty chaotic ground.

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Birds and serpents in the background, a yucca is being reflected in the pool surround next to where it is planted in the garden.

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The area up to the yucca was done in 2014.

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Love leaving messages in my work.  Did it all the time in my textiles.  I wonder what owners of this place in the future will think of this.  After all, what remains of me will be in the gardens.  Could be fun!

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This is part of a Lee + Glenn that is now partially covered by a bottle brush bush.

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Same is true for the master shower.  Waiting for a rainy day to finish this grouting on a project that has been at least three years in the making.  Might be today.

ANOTHER OUTDOOR ROOM

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Bought a great old bench at the flea market Saturday for five bucks.  It has been around.  Paint-dripped, heavy, weathered and constructed in a novel way, we have just the place for it in a new outdoor room being created next to the pool.  You would think I would learn.  Oh yeah, lots of fun creating all these gardens, and even adding three new zones to our watering system recently.  The plantings are doing great, but  funny how weeds respond to daily watering.  Who would think?

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The best part of the little bench is the seat back.  Made of one large piece of lumber, it has split and the pieces were moved a couple inches apart from each other to make a fine undulating line.  The top of that plane looks like someone took an axe to it.  There is a bit of a grey/blue color to it, which I knew would be enhanced when coated with varnish.  The bare wood would darken and make the combo better.

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The construction of the bench from the back reveals a complete “joie de vivre” in terms of engineering.  Notice the nails attending the close side.  Reminds me of my craftsmanship.  How fast can I get this thing done?!

As with my sculpture,  a shiny varnish is used to accomplish two things.  Protect the wood, and exclaim to the viewer:  this is intentional, the primitive nature of this piece.   It is varnished and shined up so there will be no question that THIS is the intended statement.

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Here the little bench sits on an almost blank canvas near a fairly recently laid eccentric pathway.  It is varnished now and the wood is redder and darker.  This will get watered every day by the new system.  Who knows how long it will last?

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Same for these partners in crime on the other side of the young fig tree.  Their rust is enormous, and heterogeneous so it looks like a heavy skin.  How much watering can they take?

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I have never seen chairs of this design before, and their style is a refreshing change from the norm.

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Soon the cut weeds out here will turn to centipede grass.

BALLSY

Yesterday’s post was incomplete.  https://leemalerich.wordpress.com/2015/06/11/bev-lee-has-balls/

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The intensity of balls in this garden is stunning.  Above, an orb hangs from the porch armature.  Unbelievably, there is a glass tree inside this ball, visually linking it to its surroundings.

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Impossible to see the inner tree, this reminds of of how astronauts on the space station describe the earth.  Such a universal shape, this.  I have no doubt that the universe is in sync.  Look at the following.

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One day, Bev-lee was forced to observe one of the difficult parts of Nature.  A predator bird stole a frog from the edge of one of the ponds.  She captured on video the demise of the frog.  The ripping and shredding of the frog on the surface of her outdoor fan took a while.  The bird finally left, and Bev-lee stole towards the pond to see the remains of the poor frog.  One eyeball, one orb was all that was left.  Nature comments.

BEV-LEE HAS BALLS

And lots of them.

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Many of her balls are colorful old bowling balls which carry along the patina of age.  To install some of the outside ones,  she simply places a little rebar stick into the ground, and into the thumb hole of the ball.  She judges the length of the rebar to make them hover, and in this case, above the grass on Isa’s island.  Isa the greyhound used to make a bald spot in the middle of this island as she was master of this domain.  Kind of like the Little Prince on his planet, I always thought.   Isa is gone now, but the balls keep her memory on the island.

Bev-lee is old enough to have established her style.  Some never do, but she has loved orbs as long as I can remember.  She used to have an admirable glass office with her big job, and you could see the balls all through the adjoining work space.  Having an even bigger job now, she works from home and all those balls are in the home office.

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They hail from all over the world, and they are not just decorative.  These icons of hers run much deeper than just objects to collect (although there is much merit in simple collections).

Balls are Bev-lee’s visual language.  They integrate all the rooms of her house visually, and the balls on the inside and the balls on the outside claim the same nationality.  They are visual team players.

You have already seen outside balls and inside balls, but these balls also do jobs.  This is why we know that balls are far beyond a collection.  They solve problems, they create compositions, they move.  I told you Bev-lee had balls.

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Does your Mother-in-Law Tongue droop over the edge of its pot?  Use balls to keep it in place.

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Need a dust ruffle for your bed?  Why not use balls?

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Blank space under a tall table?  Fill it with balls and play with interesting texture contrast as well.  All good.

EVERYTHING is a composition.  The entire interior of this house is connected visually by repeated orbs.  All the rooms make sense together.  And this repetition is really important outside the house; in the front and back.

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The idea of balls is introduced to the viewer at the entry of the house.  Here the red annuals were selected to repeat the beautiful red bowling ball.  So now you know what you are in for in the back of the house.  Welcome to ball world!

Bev-lee has been working on a couple of ponds for many years, and creating the landscape around them.  It was many years ago, hotter than hell, when we were racing around the city doing what we do when we get together.  The “Waste as a Way of Life” world joins the orb patrol for a couple of days.  We saw that some enormous bushes were being fairly ripped out of the gardens of a shopping center.  The bushes themselves plus the root balls probably stood five feet high.  We asked about the future of the bushes; they had none.  Bev-lee talked the workers into bringing the enormous things, maybe eight, to her house, and then muscle them into the back yard.  She tipped them well.   We dribbled water on those big boys for a couple of days until she could get them planted.  It is shocking how many survived; I swear it was 100 that day.

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Above is one of those bushes, probably four feet high and wide now, and below is its context.  It is part of the landscape of the upper pond.

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There is a footpath between the two ponds.

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And the lower pond.

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Form plus function is the best, anyone will tell you.  This is what is so marvelous about Bev-lee’s universe.  She wondered  how to keep the netting that holds leaves out of the ponds in place for the winter months.  Her solution is brilliant.  She puts a big exercise ball in each pond in the middle.  On the edges, smaller balls secured from bins at Target.  After the nets are installed, the balls don’t move, and the leaves are excluded.  And her orb fetish is intact!

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It gets better.  For two years she has not removed the balls at all when not needed in winter.  She chose their colors appropriately in the first place, they are lovely as the little waterfall moves them around the lower pond (movement is a great attribute for a composition) and she has not had a fish taken by predators since she decided to leave them.  Trifecta!

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Bev-lee has balls.

 

 

ABOUT AZALEAS

We have a lot of azaleas.  One cannot deny their brilliance at a certain time of the year.  They are stunning when flowering.  They simply take up space when they are not, but that characteristic can be used positively by a gardener.  Lush and green most of the year in the South, they still have leaves in the winter but not an abundance.  They are stick-y looking.  Serious gardeners like less common bushes.

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But part of my raison d’etre is to do things on the cheap.  I have extensive gardens, and propagate to populate them.  Therefore I have azaleas, mostly white ones.  We had a freeze the other day, a late one. Last year our last freeze killed almost all my blooms.  It was the right freeze at the right time.  This year only a few buds froze and only those that were about mid-age for a bud.  Smaller tighter ones survived, and blooms survived.  Buds that were about to open did not.  Below are some babies found under mature plants about six months ago.  I pulled three loquat trees out of this garden and extended the azaleas.  Buds on the back plant survived, but not on the front.

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The bushes above are bursting with buds.  To the left of this image are the babies which are replacing the loquats.

The first time I saw azaleas, home in St. Louis where they did not abound at that time (do they now?), was in a book that my dad had ordered through the mail.  It was a dream book for him.  It showed houses that you could buy, and they would arrive in a railroad car.  Cannot remember if this was around the time that he bought a couple of lake lots in St. Claire, MO, and he was thinking about building there.  This book had a house on the front that was overflowing with candy pink azaleas.  This was LONG before photoshop, but they looked totally fake to me.  That is the thing about azaleas.  Imagine a yellow sided house in the image of an old Florida postcard below.  There was my introduction to this plant.

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But more than that, I thought when seeing that book was that we were moving, and was horrified.  A sophomore in high school, my needs were paramount then.  I certainly did not want to move into a house like that from a railroad car and those nasty fake bushes all around!  It did not happen; Dad didn’t survive long enough to do anything with those lots.

Thinking often about what he would think about my ten acres,  I enjoy them for myself, but also for him.  I create compositions and breed plants and generally make something from nothing.

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Oh, and these are not azaleas.  They are loropetalum.  And not photoshopped.

NEW FINDS FOR NEW SPACES

It has been a portable accommodations desert since my last discovery of retro metal lawn chairs.  The last one Glenn found at the county waste disposal site needed a lot of work.  But it was FREE—the best!  We have not addressed its broken legs yet which is awful as its seat and back are among the most intact we have.  Maybe when one is forced to pay for something, the repair is more insistent.

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Today was a really fine morning for me at the flea market, but my partner came home with every bit of his money.  Sometimes that happens.  More money slipped from mine than usual between lawn chairs, sculpture raw materials, a fine chalk figure, and a cement lotus.

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Hard to believe, but there are spaces on this acreage that do not have a composition of old lawn chairs and gliders positioned so one can contemplate either nature or their navel.  I have been working behind the pool and beside the newly moved silo, and unfortunately there were no lawn chairs for that space.  The path below is now finished and a fig tree planted to the left of this area.

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Now that space will have two fine figures, and these are of a design never seen by me.  The backs and seats of the chairs are punched through with a series of capsule-like shapes.  The ones in the middle of the backs and seats look like the three tiny staggered windows that used to be on the front doors of tract houses back in the fifties.  The chairs look rusty here, but they are very solid.  They have lived outside lives nicely.  The holes in chairs do much more than make them beautiful.  They get water out of places where it might corrode the metal.  My earlier “free” find bent at the knees because water was allowed to settle there.  Those spots are like Achilles’ heel for outdoor furniture.

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This bar at the front of the seat on these chairs is new to me as well.  It may be simply a design choice, but water can gather underneath the front of the bottom plane if the metal is curled under to finish it.  These chairs seem to me to be of a cleaner design than those of the 1940s.  They might nudge towards 1960 in dating.

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This fine little pond accessory still had its original price tag on it.  It is from Henri Studio, Palatine, Il., and is a cement lotus flower.  It is dated 1987.  I have an email into the company now for information as to how to best hook it up.  It is extremely heavy and the sprayer is copper, just under the normal size of a water hose.