The garden produced prolifically this year. It was a great year for watermellon and corn. Heck, even the squash lasted for several months before it was wiped out by the squash beetles.
Some of the last of the bounty is coming in now.
Pepper haul Sept
Cayenne
Jalapeño, habañero, hot banana, cayenne
Late September tomato
Pick a peck of peppers
The tomato plans and the peppers have lots more production to go before they peter out. Meanwhile, the corn and the sunflowers are done. So down they come.
Gleaned corn
Now you see it
Now you don’t
I will stand up the husks in a typical Fall display, probably tomorrow.
There are magic places in the world, created under intensity so focused that nature absorbs and reflects the power of the creator. The Little Paradise Art Lodge is one of those places.
Put together over 26 years by a Swiss artist who is both intense and incredibly human at the same time, the grounds are nothing short of remarkable.
We were not able to stay during this trip due to a birthday (paradox) conflict. But we will be back for sure. Even a short visit is highly recommended. We stayed for about an hour, enchanted the entire time.
You’ll be caught in the web little tourist
Enter the property
The lodge itself is hand built in such a quirky and delightful and natural way, it is hard to describe. Primitive, and yet so very planet earth.
Bedroom
Bathroom full of skipping rocks
Hand carved headboard
Living table
A couch fashioned from one piece of poplar
Though the lodge is a sight to see, the six acres of curated gardens are astonishing in their willy-nilly natural order.
We have always talked about a tree house like this
Virginia is gorgeous in the Spring. Flowers everywhere you look, even hidden in the grass. And miles and miles of bluebells by the river. There is nowhere I would rather be.
Jonquil guards the fence
Home is where the flowers are
Jeffersonian tulips
Tulips
Yard flowers
Violets
Sophie contemplates life at bluebell level
Bluebells in Virginia
Paloma’s first Virginia trot day
Willie says, what is that whirring noise?
Paloma leads
Willie goes around the tree for no apparent reason
