Thursday, June 21, 2018

Mysterious Grave beneath the Rhododendrons


Under the Rhododendron, there is a cross:


The cross itself is unmarked, but beside it lies this homemade stone:


Why the unusual stone? Did Mrs. Rose's heirs not have the money for a formal tombstone (according to the internet, a simple gravestone can cost a few hundred dollars; fancier ones, of course, run much more,) or did they just want to give their loved one a stone made with personal love?

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

A Pretty Weed


I was attracted by this plant's two-tone leaves. It would make a very attractive plant in someone's garden; unfortunately it is growing in a spot where plants are routinely killed to keep the ground barren.

Nature never stops trying..

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Flowers in the Graveyard


The cemetery used to allow people to plant flowers and trees on the graves of their loved ones. This  rhododendron ensures that baby Steven has a blanket of blossoms. 


I think they should allow the planting of flowers again; this graveyard is much lovelier than the more modern one beside it because of the small trees and bushes.

My husband took this one:


This is the infant section of the graveyard.

Another rhododendron, also my husband's photo:


Monday, June 18, 2018

Wild Lavender


I found a wild lavender this morning, growing unattended in the field. (It probably grew from seeds that escaped from someone's yard.)

Here's another view.


It smells nice.

Friday, June 15, 2018

The HOA's Trash Problem


This is one of the less disgusting examples.
The HOA (may the Devil turn their heels) never picks up the trash that ends up in the field or blows through the neighborhood. The "landscapers" clean up nothing when they mow--not even dead, uprooted plants lying on the ground.


This tree has been dead for years, because it was planted in the middle of summer and the HOA (may the Devil take them) never watered it. As you can see, its roots never grew, and the whole dead stick simply tipped over one day.

It's still lying there. It has been there for years.

But wait, you may say, why don't YOU pick it up?

For starters, I am not a landscaper, nor a gardening company, nor am I paid to keep the common areas nice. The HOA CHARGES US MONEY TO DO THESE THINGS and then doesn't do them.

Furthermore, when residents have tried, on their own, to clean up the common areas, removing trash and dead things (including dead animals and dog feces), all the thanks they've gotten from the HOA is threats and fines.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

The First Grave : Baby Roe


Based on date of death, September 7, 1911, Baby Roe was the first person buried in the Carson cemetery, before even the fancy Zurchers and Taylors. This makes hers the oldest marked grave in the cemetery.

There are many infants in this graveyard. It is hard to read their stones without crying.

Baby Roe (gender unspecified) was buried beside their parents:


Nils H. Roe lived from 1866-1929; Marie Roe lived from 1878-1971. Marie outlived her husband by 42 years; her child by by 60.

This tombstone looks like a product of the 70s rather than the 20s, and I suspect it was erected to honor both parents after Marie's death.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

The Protective Fence



I have watched this tree grow from a sapling, protected from getting mowed down only by its proximity to the fence. It is difficult to mow right up against a fence, and by now the tree is tall enough that people think it belongs here.


Where people do not spray herbicides along fencelines, they provide shelter for plants and small animals. The local bunnies escape beneath this fence when threatened, ducking into safety beneath the nearby Oregon holly. Where humans cannot easily reach, nature flourishes.


The fence itself is interesting; today it splits a housing development from a backyard, but it once contained cattle, and still has the points for running an electric wire around its top.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Oldest Pioneers Graves, Carson, WA


Grandmother Martha Hollis, 1836-1919, has the earliest birthdate I found on any of the stones. (I suspect the stone itself is a modern replacement, because other stones that old are pretty weathered.)


J.L. Gordon, 1847-1929, aged 82 years, Father


No date is given on Cyrus Wetherell's tombstone, but he fought in the Civil War, so he was probably born around 1840.

When did they move here? Did they load up their connestoga wagons and take the Oregon Trail, stopping to rest and put down roots at a pleasant bend in the Columbia River?

Monday, June 11, 2018

Berries are growing on the Oregon Grape


The Oregon Grape, also known as Oregon Holly or Mahonia aquifolium, produces deep blue berries, often covered with a whitish hue. As far as I know they are edible, but they are quite sour and you probably won't enjoy them.


According to Wikipedia:
The small purplish-black fruits, which are quite tart and contain large seeds, are included in smaller quantities in the traditional diets of Pacific Northwest aboriginal peoples, mixed with salal or another sweeter fruit. Today, they are sometimes used to make jelly, alone or mixed with salal.[17] Oregon-grape juice can be fermented to make wine, similar to European barberry wine folk traditions, although it requires an unusually high amount of sugar.[18] The inner bark of the larger stems and roots of Oregon-grape yields a yellow dye; the berries give purple dye.[19] As the leaves of Oregon-grape are holly-like and resist wilting, the foliage is sometimes used by florists for greenery and a small gathering industry has been established in the Pacific Northwest.
The berries look a bit like blueberries, but are easily distinguished by the plant's holly-like leaves and, of course, their sour taste.

I will still eat some of the berries when they are ripe, because I do not learn from experience.

(Seriously, folks, don't just eat random berries. Make sure you know what you're eating before you put it in your mouth.)

The Oregon Grape makes an energetic hedge; it is a lovely native plant that grows well both in the sun and shade of the Pacific Northwest. If you are looking for a hedge for the edge of your property or for a spiky bush to plant beneath your windows, consider the lovely Mahonia aquifolium. 

Friday, June 8, 2018

A Purple Wildflower


These delicate beauties are blooming in a spreading carpet of green, at the edge of ditches and beside the soft, comparatively tall pillows of clover.