Shapes and Patterns

Shapes and Patterns theme photograph for my camera club's February meeting...

Serviceberry Leaves

Here's a closeup of the beautiful leaves from the serviceberry.

Autumn Outside My Window

A foggy Autumn morning outside my bedroom window.  It was gorgeous.  

The orange shrub on the right is a serviceberry.  Serviceberries are considered native to southwestern Pennsylvania.    

In shed related news, we have painted the shutters of the shed.  Well, Eric did.  They were the same color as the door, but I asked him to paint them black.  I love how they look.

The plant below is a fig.  I don't know what variety it is.  Someone I know has a fig tree that was supposedly brought over to the US from Sicily.  I took cuttings about 6 weeks ago and potted them up.

As you can see in the picture, the plant has sent out roots into the soil.  Next spring it can go in the ground and maybe start producing figs!  I had heard that fig plants were easy to take cuttings of, but I'm a little surprised at how fast and how well the cutting rooted.  I was concerned that it would rot before it could root, especially since the fall is not the best time to be rooting cuttings.

Fig Harvest

Today I "harvested" our final fig crop of the season -- one sweet little fig.  This was the one fig left on our fig tree after the first harvest.  It took about two weeks for the teeny, tiny fig to swell and ripen.

The ripened fruit was about the size of a quarter.  According to Stark Bros' website, Chicago Hardy fig trees produce medium-sized fruits.   Medium-sized?  If that's medium, I would hate to see what a small fruit looks like.  But I really can't complain, since this was the first year for our fig tree and I didn't even grow the tree for its fruit.

And, boy, was that fig sweet!

Looking forward to next year's harvest...

The Gazebo

When we moved into this house, there was a tiny concrete patio in the back that was overhung by four very large spruce trees.  The trees were too close to the house and totally cut us off from the rest of the back yard.  We had the trees cut down very shortly after we moved in.

The next year, we extended the tiny patio with a gravel pad.  It was a good stop-gap measure, but we knew we would need to do something longer term.  The dream was to have a covered porch like we had when we lived in Derwood, Maryland.  The covered porch in Derwood was actually a carport that we used as a porch in the summer months.  It was a really great size and in a great location on the house.  But I knew that reproducing it on this house was financially impossible for us.

The tiny concrete patio and the temporary gravel extension.  That's Nutmeg, the chihuahua, on the patio.  

So we bought a cloth and metal gazebo from KMart.  With the slightest stress, the cloth cover would tear.  After one or two seasons, we had to replace the cover.  And the metal started rusting almost immediately.  It was a clear case of "you get what you pay for."  The gazebo was a bit small for our needs, we always worried about a strong gust of wind picking it up and throwing it across the yard, and we could only use it during the summer months when the cover was on.  So the dream evolved.  We saved and planned, and in the Summer of 2012, the modified dream came true.

The first step was to have a new concrete patio poured.  I designed it to fit the outside edge of the gazebo.  That would, I hoped, make it feel like the gazebo was nestled into the garden, instead of sitting off from the garden.  When I saw the newly poured concrete patio, I was worried.  It looked enormous.

The new concrete patio, with the wooden forms still attached, and the fabric and metal gazebo, which was on it's way out the door.  

The next step was to order the gazebo.  Within three weeks, we had our new gazebo.  The installers arrived early in the morning and were gone before noon.  The first thing I did was carry the patio furniture into the gazebo and set it up.  By the time the evening rolled around, I already had strings of white twinkle lights strung up around the inside.

Just hours old.

Look at the view to that gorgeous shed!

A peek at the beautiful and fragrant cedar interior of the roof.

It has been three years since the patio and gazebo were installed.  It is hard for us to remember what the old situation was like.  The new gazebo allows us to eat or lounge outside any season of the year.  Most mornings, when the temperature is comfortable, I take my morning tea out to the gazebo.  This spring, I had my first pot of morning tea under the gazebo on March 14.  I don't recall the exact details, but it was probably cool.  I was probably grateful for the hot tea, but I know I was grateful for the cover over my head and the dry patio furniture.  In the fall, we will continue to eat outside and take tea under the gazebo until it gets too cold.  And on unseasonably warm days during the winter, we will carry the chair cushions out and settle in for a brief lounge on the patio.

It feels like we have an extra room in the house.

Boxes in Boxes

If there is one thing I have always loved, it is boxes.  There is something magical and mysterious about a box.  What does it hold?  What can it hold?  What was it built to hold?  Who stashed their treasures in the box before I found it.  What does it smell like inside?  (No, I'm not kidding.  Doesn't everybody sniff the insides of boxes?)  

If I had to describe my favorite kind of box it would be like this:  It is a vintage wooden box with its original, somewhat battered finish.  It has some flaws and needs a little love.  If it has some neat hardware, that's a bonus.  Interior compartments add to the allure, but are not required.  Extra credit for secret compartments.  Under no circumstances will it have been cleaned up and restored by anybody else.  

I bought this box earlier this summer at an antique store for $7.20 plus tax.  It totally matches that description.  You can see that the right front corner of the lid is warped.  It also had a homely fuchsia decal on the top that I did not fancy.  

The hinges need some work, it is missing the tray that would have once sat on the braces inside, and the lock has been removed.  But it is a solid wood box.  It has a paper lining, and Alice Crane wrote her name on the lid. (I frequently find boxes that someone has marked as their property.  I find that really charming.)

The warped spot on the lid will be left alone.  You can see that I have already removed the decal from the top.  I'll leave the missing lock in its missing state.  And eventually, I'll have to do something about the hinges.  But in the meantime, the big annoyance to me was the missing tray.  I have a few wooden box trays without boxes that I hoped would fit, but no luck there.  So I cut up some scrap cardboard and made a tray.  Unfortunately, I didn't know what I was doing and I didn't measure properly, so the result was less than satisfactory.

I searched online for directions on box making.  Most of what I found was not instructional, with a few exceptions.  I did find this and this and this.  

Armed with so little information, a lot of false confidence, and a brand new pack of binder's board, I dove into making a second tray for the box.  The resulting tray was beautiful, if not technically perfect.  It did a nice job of holding my pens or whatever and it fit into the wooden box.  I call that a success.  As I was admiring my finished work, I realized that I should have made a partition in the tray to corral other small do-dads besides pens.  I briefly contemplated adding one on top of the existing tray, but then I got all cocky and decided to make a partitioned tray that nested inside my new tray.

And viola!

I sized the partitioned tray to hold ink samples and nibs.  Or whatever.

I'm so pleased with my success that I want to make custom partitioned trays for my desk drawers and for every box I own -- which is a considerable number of boxes.

Fig!

First, let me state for the record that I have never eaten a fig, aside from in Fig Newtons.  I was so tempted to grow a fig tree because I know several folks who have figs and the plants are beautiful.  The leaves are so unique and interesting.  I resisted the temptation for as long as I could and then last fall, I broke down and ordered a Chicago Hardy fig from Stark Brothers.  I requested that they ship it in the spring, and when the little stick arrived in the mail, I popped it into a 5 gallon pot.  

Chicago Hardy figs are hardy here in Southwestern Pennsylvania (zone 6B), but a particularly hard winter may cause the tree to be killed back to the ground, requiring the tree to regrow from its root stock.  We originally planned to keep our fig in the pot and bring it inside every fall, until it got too big to bring indoors.  But halfway through this summer, we decided to put it in the ground.  We decided we would rather gamble with a small fig tree now, rather than waiting a few years and then trying to plant a massive tree that we had been coddling for years.  

Early this summer, not long after the tree sprouted leaves and some growth at the base, I noticed two tiny figs on the tree.  The one has been steadily getting larger.  The other day I noticed that it looked like this:

You can see that it had taken on a little color and it was no longer sticking straight out from the tree -- it had started to sag a little.  On Sunday, we picked it and cut it open.

It was very small, much smaller than I thought a ripe fig would be.  It looked kinda gross and wormy.  Our friends were over, so we shared with them.  None of the four of us had ever tasted a fresh fig.  When I popped my quarter in my mouth, it was sweet and delicious!  The four of us were pleasantly surprised with the taste.  I did wind up with a few small fig seeds in my teeth, just like the Fig Newtons, but the comparison ends there.  Suddenly, I am looking forward to future crops of figs.

There is the other small fig on the tree still.  I'm hoping that it will get larger and ripen before the first frost. The average first frost in Southwestern Pennsylvania is October 19, so our little fig will have about a month and a half to fatten up and ripen.

Fingers crossed.