Sunday, August 29, 2010

all the demo day

9 am Sunday morning :: August 15, 2010


3 Amigos, 2 old guys and me with a broom. 10 hours and 90°.

knew she'd have to come up soon for air.

Local landscape professionals Doug Tepe and Alfonzo removed the engulfing growth and reworked the grade to open up the house to take on fresh air.

Good friends, hard workers.

Found some stoneworked steps,
missing for 20 some years if you
count the growth of the honeysuckle.


Working with the legacy shoots of an old broken down magnolia Doug and Alfonzo selectively pruned and successfully reestablished the old Sugar Magnolia...

Sugar Magnolia ~ Hunter; Weir

Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming, 
heads all empty and I don't care,
Saw my baby down by the river, 
knew she'd have to come up soon for air.

Sweet blossom come on, under the willow, 
we can have high times if you'll abide
We can discover the wonders of nature, 
rolling in the rushes down by the riverside.

She's got everything delightful, 
she's got everything I need,
Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double, 
pays my ticket when I speed

She comes skimmin' through rays of violet, 
she can wade in a drop of dew,
She don't come and I don't follow, 
waits backstage while I sing to you.

Well, she can dance a Cajun rhythm, 
jump like a willys in four wheel drive.
She's a summer love for spring, fall and winter. 
She can make happy any man alive.

Sugar magnolia, ringing that bluebell, 
caught up in sunlight, come on out singing
I'll walk you in the sunshine, come on honey, 
come along with me.

She's got everything delightful, 
she's got everything I need,
A breeze in the pines and the sun and bright moonlight, 
lazing in the sunshine yes indeed.

Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying, 
when the moon is half way down,
Sometimes when the night is dying, 
I take me out and I wander around, I wander 'round.

Sunshine, daydream, walking in the tall trees, 
going where the wind goes
Blooming like a red rose, breathing more freely,
Ride our singin', I'll walk you in the morning sunshine
Sunshine, daydream. Sunshine, daydream. 
Walking in the sunshine.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

weeding out the green

before

and

after

...wild whistling blackbirds

sweet Afton, nickelcreek

Sweet Afton
Robert Burns :: 1791

Nicklecreek :: 2006 Sugar Hill

Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Thou stockdove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering Fair.

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear, winding rills;
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild Ev'ning weeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides;
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.