This Fall at Shabo-Mekaw

If you're a regular reader of my blog, you may recall that we had a bad storm this Spring, which brought a "micro-burst" (which I believe is like a small tornado) that took down several of our huge oak trees.

 Five or six of them were laying across the drive, and were just too large for my husband and I to handle, so we got a logger to come in and remove them.

Loggers only take the main trunk of the tree, however, so we were left with a lot of this kind of mess to clean up.

Larger branches were cut into firewood, while smaller ones were burned. Let's just say we won't need to cut firewood for a very long time.

 The log cabin looks so strange without the trees that used to frame it. To the left of it were two white oaks and a black oak.One of the white oaks was dead, and they were both very close to the cabin, so we decided to have them both taken down. During this process, the black oak was hit by one of the white oaks - which we knew was unfortunately very likely to happen.

The place looks even more naked because we had them cut a huge pine which was only a few feet from the front door, and had had most of its branches torn off by the fall of a tree across the driveway, which had been blown down in a storm a couple of years ago. Though these were all prudent measures to keep the cabins from being damaged, it still looks to me as if something important is missing. I'm sure I'll get used to it, though, in time.

We haven't had any rain to speak of for a while, and the water level in the Kinniconick is very low.

On this day, the weather was perfect - the sky a clear azure blue with a few puffy clouds, the trees beginning to reveal their fall colors.

These are plentiful down by the creek, and are actually kind of pretty - until you start trying to pull them out of your dogs' fur.

Cardinal flowers always grow near the creek in the late summer to early fall, the brilliance of their color standing out against the grey rocks.

Looking up from the bottom of this huge sycamore tree, I'm struck by the light's effect on the changing leaves.

Here, I'm standing on the island, gazing across the "swirl hole" towards our little "beach". As it rounds the bend  and splits to go around the island, there is very little water in either branch.

Even the flowers that have gone to seed still have their own kind of beauty...

Walking up the creek, I was able to go much further than usual, and even cross it without getting my feet wet.  Normally, the rocks you're seeing here are under water.

Fall flowers are not finished yet, and I'm surprised by all the different kinds growing here so late in the season.

Arlo set up a big ruckus, as he stopped up ahead of me and began barking, growling, and whining at something on the ground. Knowing his hatred of snakes, I was afraid he had found a copperhead, and hurried, though cautiously, to where he was. You'll notice that, in true Arlo fashion, he has already rolled in something black and slimy. What he was barking his head off at was an evil, horrendous, dog-eating box turtle, and a rather small one at that. Sheesh! Apparently his fear extends to all reptiles in general.

Sunny and Arlo have crossed the creek to investigate and are on their way back. You can just barely see Sunny swimming in the distance.

These are a type of lobelia; I've forgotten which species.

A wider shot looking up the creek...

Turning to look down the creek toward the swirl hole...

I hope you enjoyed the sights here at Shabo-Mekaw on this gorgeous fall day. If you're interesting in finding out more about our beautiful country get-away, there are more posts here, here, here, here, here, and here.

Happy fall (or spring, as the case may be), everyone!

Recent Developments at Shabo-Mekaw

If you've been a reader of my blog for a while, you're no doubt familiar with Shabo-Mekaw, the lovely piece of paradise in the country that serves as both sanctuary and on-going construction project for my husband and me.  If you're a newer reader, welcome; you can find out more by clicking here, here, and here.

In early spring, we walked downstream to look for an old beech tree that our friend Ken Lobitz was curious about. Ken, former owner of Shabo-Mekaw and builder of the original cabin, wondered if a particularly huge old beech was still there.

Unfortunately, we were not able to locate a trace of it; presumably it had fallen and decomposed.  We had a nice walk, though, and saw parts of the creek that we don't often see...

... strange and colorful fungi...

 ... names carved into trees in 1944...

... and my favorite spring flower, mountain laurel.

 This summer, we have been working on insulating and siding the original cabin.  This is what we accomplished the day I broke my ankle in the creek.  Needless to say, it was a while before I was able to go back.

 

When I did, we found a large oak laying across the drive.  Like most of the country, we've had some pretty wild storms lately, accompanied by unusually high winds.  If you haven't experienced them where you live, you've probably seen pictures on the news.

I couldn't do too much other than sit and watch my husband prepare the back of the cabin for siding, and help to hold up an occasional board.

After yet another bad storm, I was alarmed to hear that part of a huge oak had split off... 

and fallen across the front yard and onto the cabin.  (I don't have photos of the part on the cabin because my husband had it mostly cleaned up by the time I got there.) 

We were extremely lucky that there was so little damage to the cabin- the roof was bent in a few spots, and the metal chimney (you can see it in the first photo) was knocked off, but that was about it.  Unbelievable!

 The poor pine tree in front of the cabin was not so lucky, however.  All of the branches, except for the ones at the very top, were either blown off by wind, or knocked off by the falling oak. (You can also see the absence of the metal top of the chimney in this photo.)

 The next time we came out, I was able to help with siding the back of the cabin,

 which is starting to look pretty nice, don't you think?

I still couldn't walk down the steep hill to the creek, so I had to content myself with taking a few shots from above, behind the cabin.

I was very careful not to fall off here onto the spot where I broke my ankle!  How would that be for irony (and stupidity!)?

I couldn't see all of it, but I could see the part of the swirl hole where the water flows out of it...

... and very soon I'll be down there again...

... maybe tomorrow!

April Showers

Spring in Kentucky is indeed "a wonder", as people say. It is mercurial in its swift changes from summer-like warmth to damp cold, bright sun to sudden, dark storms.


I love the strange light that turns my simple yard into a scene from another planet,


the drama of advancing storms,


the moment just before the rain begins,


the sense of being given another chance, another season to grow.