Category: Northern Minnesota

This Beautiful, Very Different Fall!

Howdy, Pressers! I thought I’d better get back online after over a month off 🙂

It has been a very different fall experience this year. Some of that was planned, and a large portion was not. It has been good to take the time to reflect, adjust, and plan forward.

As I have shared, in 2025 I fulfilled a bucket list item. I pretty much exhausted the opportunities that presented for propagation work with my daylilies. I researched and planned and did a boatload of daylily crosses. I also harvested every daylily pod from the work the pollinators accomplished. The result was a lot of seed. Hundreds and hundreds of seeds. I was not ready for that, and I did not enjoy what followed – a lot of time storing the seeds and then starter planting and finally transplanting them into the garden. That full experience taught me that I had exceeded my threshold for where I wanted to go with annual propagation work. I knew that volume was not going to be for me. I made a decision to cut way back this year, and I did. WAY back. The result was very good. Save one pod, all of my seeds from this year’s harvest were collected and in storage by the Autumnal Equinox. The last pod was a self-seed (pollinator created) on an Autumn Red (our oldest historic daylily in the garden). It was definitely worth harvesting, and I did that on the day after the Autumnal Equinox. All seeds are now in storage.

So, on the daylily side, the revised scope of my daylily propagation work this year was very manageable, and definitely the way forward for me. I set my goal of not spending time harvesting and storing daylily seeds when I really wanted to be out and enjoying our Minnesota fall, and I accomplished that goal.

This year I also made some pretty transformative changes to the townhome garden areas. Quite a few of my recent posts chronicled the townhome garden reno. And, by mid-September, with that done and all but the Autumn Joy sedum rootings planted, it was such a blessing to just “be” during this beautiful, and this year, unique, time.

Additionally, with the garden at the historic cemetery wrapping up its 4th year since the reno, nice and full now, with a known, established cycle of needs, my work there is also changing. The community has embraced that garden, and often when I go to weed, there is very little to do. Replacing the heaving rock with mulch was pivotal for that garden, and a large part of why weeding it so much easier, but not all. We are definitely getting unenlisted help 🙂 So my more intense work there is winding down. I expect next year I will still do the spring mulch topper, periodic weeding, and the fall cutbacks that are needed, but that garden is established now and has multiple caring, attentive, hands tending it 🙂

The Autumn Joy Sedum are very pretty right now in the historic cemetery garden

But, as I mentioned, this year, fall is unique.

In August I shared that my Mom passed. My Mom was not the person we were intensely praying for on New Year’s Eve of 2025. That was another close family member. Praise God that He is blessing that family member with healing. We are extremely grateful! So grateful!

My Mother’s passing was unexpected. My Mom was 85. Of course, I knew she was aging. But when Mom passed, my world kind of tilted, and I had to work hard to find new footing. I did find that, and it is definitely very new footing. God allowed a very different plan than what I could have ever imagined, and some of my efforts have shifted to new things. I’m not sure how much I will share about that. Still praying.

For all who have gone through loss, you know it is not linear. There are a lot of ups and downs, and they can be very unpredictable. But I am confident God’s plan is good, and I am listening and working what He shares. Another hint – Often we only get direction for our part, not the whole plan 😉 Faith.

So, back to the gardens – The townhome garden reno was very influenced by my Mom’s passing. I was already feeling a need to refresh those garden areas, spiff them up a bit, but with my Mom’s passing, and having spent so much intense time in prayer sitting looking at the garden in its old configuration, I knew it had to substantially change. Emotional triggers are real, and I did not want to encourage them come next spring. I knew I needed a new “go forward” look for where I spend so much time. And I went about it.

I had a number of ideas for dividing and transplanting. I ended up pulling out the entire path and doing a renovation of the look. I went slowly. The plan changed daily. And I love the new townhome garden look! It takes previous looks and melds them with what I like best, plus where I want to head next (focusing my future work on historic daylilies and self-seed daylilies and returning a bit more to the hostaville I had in the past).

And now we are half-way through October.

The hostas are starting to put on a show.

The shamrocks that the squirrels were having fun with are now moved closer to the house. They will stay there until we consistently have nights under 40 degrees Fahrenheit. Then they will come in for the winter.

Sandy’s corner is moving closer to cutback time.

The Autumn Red daylilies are also moving toward cutback time.

And the Sedum are wrapping up their magnificent fall color morph.

We have quite a bit of fall left, but the color show is definitely winding down.

Next year will be very different. The gardens are different. My efforts are different. And my focus is slightly different now too. But I feel good about the plan, and we will see how it goes.

I will leave you with this: My Mom knew I had earmarked some daylilies to “name” for specific people. I did not tell her I had done a daylily cross in 2025 with her in mind, and that it made a lot of seed. A lot. I also did not tell her only one seed of that cross went to seedling. That “1” message seemed to be a theme with the 2025 harvested seeds, but I knew it was probably just for me. Maybe like “slow down” lol. Maybe “It only takes one”. Anyway, that cross I made with my Mom in mind, with only one seedling from all of those seeds, is in my garden doing very well. And the pod parent was way overdue for a move. It does not escape me that I moved it to a much better place the day before my Mom passed.

Now, do not think I am saying my Mom is in those daylilies. I definitely do not believe people become plants.

Just as people are destined to die once, and after that to face judgment, so Christ was sacrificed once to take away the sins of many; and he will appear a second time, not to bear sin, but to bring salvation to those who are waiting for him. Hebrews 9: 27-28

I don’t even talk to my Mom. I pray to God and thank Him for my Mom.

I am excited, however, to see the first blooms from that daylily cross I made with Mom in mind.

And so, as I consider the past few months, what always comes to mind is that God has His plan, and it may be very different from our plan. We can accept that He is in control and watch and cooperate with His work. And we have the opportunity to choose wisely. If God tells us to do things, we can do that confidently, absolutely with love, but also boldly. He will provide.

For now, for this fall season, I am giving myself a lot of grace. Enjoying friendships, old and new. And enjoying the beauty of our Minnesota nature.

This is a picture I took, up by our land in Northern Minnesota. I finally got back up there. It was hard because the last time I was up there was when our sweet dog Darby was still with us. No, we are not getting another dog. I have a plethora of grand-dogs and friends with dogs. And God is saying No to us having another dog. He’s got things for us to do. He’ll let us know bit by bit 🙂

Be Blessed!

A White Squirrel, Our Dog Having Fun, Very Full Hosta Garden, and Asian Lillies in Bud

For many years we have had white squirrels in our neighborhood. True albino. We even took pics in the beginning and sent them in to some sort of tracking site.

This pic dates back to Jan 9, 2019


And for our June in January pics today I have a few. The first is our dog mid-stride, front paw tucked, up north last June 9. WAY in the back is the outhouse. The lanterns mark the way at night 😉

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This next pic will not be a view we see again. It was the very full hosta garden under the linden on June 9, 2024. Mysteriously we lost 18 hostas between fall of 2024 and spring of 2025. We shall not focus on theories, but rather, enjoy the picture, and know that the empty spaces, where the hostas were, found new occupants in 2025.

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And this pic is quintessential early June (June 9, 2024) in our back townhome garden – the peach Asian lilies still in bud, a set of tulip leaves fading (one looks like it may have provided a bunny meal at one point – nothing left where the tulip bloom was), and I also remember that hosta, where a leaf looks a bit eaten, was actually from being stepped on and crushed. Stuff happens.

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Enjoy!

I hope you have a good evening!

Be Blessed!

It’s the year

Looking the past few days at the space I have at the townhouse, what we can reasonably use at the historic cemetery, and all the seedlings, I decided I would buy a 3rd seedling box. It is on its way.

And my husband and I agreed – this is the critical mass year. This is the year daylilies need to start going up north.

Now, for newcomers, we have land up in far northern Minnesota USA. Along with black bears, bobcats, coyotes, wolves, foxes, of course deer, and a veritable plethora of small game – rabbits, grouse, some squirrels … oh, and a porcupine who seems to have moved on, thank goodness, and a woodchuck who was moved on. Plus a variety of very cool birds including owls. This earth mama, with all the tenderhearted earth and creature loving kindness just oozing out of me in our first year up there, tried a raised bed hugelculture set of gardens (money I sincerely regret spending). They were a wreck within months and such a loss by year two that we pulled them in year three and set the camper over the top of the beds when we built out our shed to cabin. And that was that. Except that I kept propagating daylilies here.

I am now solidly in year seven of this daylily propagation journey, and things are maturing to bloom all over the place. There is no more room after this year, and, truth be told, I now have 38 Molly Cowles seedlings in one seedling box, 14 Mahala Felton seedlings between two seedling boxes, and more coming up every day. We have reached our limit here, and we have perfectly good land for daylilies up north. So … I have picked out a spot on our land where we have good groundwater. I have been bringing my forced bulbs up north and planting them there for a few years. It’s just that when June comes and we are literally awash in in a sea of 4 foot tall ferns, my husband gets out the brush cutter and mows it all down there. Or we get awash in a sea of wood ticks as we walk around camp and to the outhouse. We have both gotten tick born illnesses. Not cool. So the brush cutter rules. Kind of like mouse poison rules after you spend a few sleepless nights listening to the mice skitch in the camper walls and run across your camper counter. Ugghhh.

What I need to do is get on my real world panties and get over my objection to landscape fabric, and lay a swath of it down up north and tack it to the ground and make holes for each daylily, and put a cloche over the top of each planting until we get it deer fenced, and let the leaves and pine straw and whatever wood chips and mulch I can harvest from sawing and splitting days cover the landscape fabric … and see what happens. Yep. Right here.

That’s it. Hard stop. Or I can stop propagating daylilies – and “that ain’t happenin’”. 😂

A little bit of up north

A long weekend of up north therapy is our perfect remedy to the wear and tear of everyday modern life. Mowing trails, fixing solar lights after a long very snowy winter, cleaning up fallen trees, branches, and sticks and having our first campfire of the season felt great after long hours at a desk.

My husband had been up during the previous week, but it was my first look of the season – always fun and interesting. The daffodils and grape hyacinth must be deer and bunny repellant as I see the spent daffodils flowers are intact and the grape hyacinth are blooming.

That area is perfect for a spring naturalized garden, so I am hoping it continues. Come June, the ferns start to come in and take over, but for now it is still early enough to show low growing beauty.

It was a very long very snowy winter and the deer pics on the trail cams show skinny young bucks, but there is also a very pregnant doe. Hurray! A good sight! Now we hope she delivers well, and the wolves don’t get the fawn(s). The trail cams also show a turkey, another very nice sight.

Just being in the woods and camp was wonderful. While I was out in the “yard” I heard branches cracking and down the trail a deer ran across. I think there might have been two, but by the time I looked I only saw one. And while I was out in the yard relaxing another time, here comes a big hare, right behind the outhouse, nice long stride. Treats, experienced, not caught on camera, but very nurturing. Being in the moment. Although we do know the big hare very well. It has lots of appearances on one trail cam, lots of antics 🙂

I was able to catch a pic of a new (to us) bird species – the rose-breasted grosbeak.

Looks like a couple. Thinking they were hoping for seed. Alas, last time we did that, Mr. Bear showed up after we left! A bent shepherd’s hook, a missing bird feeder, a broken solar lamp, and a battered grill handle were it’s “hey, how ya doin’?” from that visit. Thinking a hanging feeder between two trees will be needed before we try seed again. All down the road.

My husband said stats are that the average vacation property owner sells around 5 years. You know, the dream wears off and what is left is a work camp. Trying to be mindful of that as we embark on our fifth season of the up north adventure. It is a lot of work, and the romance does wear off very quickly – think heavy wood ticks this year already – but it is an awesome off grid reset.

All this STUFF!!!

I consider us to be fairly good at keeping the townhouse pretty free of un-needed, non-joy producing stuff. I don’t mind storing a reasonable amount of consumables (think the tp shortage of 2020), but the townhouse is too small to keep much stuff for “some day when”. And our kids have long ago moved out and years ago stopped replying to my texts with pictures, asking, “Do you want any of this?” Code for “No”.

I have a pretty low clutter threshold, and clutter above that for more than a few days really affects me. Plus, hanging on to stuff that we used to use but no longer do, while someone else may be able to use it, just seems, well … wasteful.

Our recent condensing of the stuff from the little house up north has been interesting. We kept that place very minimal (like “when are you going to decorate?” minimal), so there wasn’t a huge amount to bring back, but still … Think kitchen items, and consumables, household staples, things that go in cabinets, but now had no place to go at the townhouse. Thankfully, there was a minimal amount of furniture that needed to come back. There were also leftover renovation materials we had no plans for, like the 500 LINEAR feet of floor trim that was left over when I, on a Black Friday order early in the morning, having never done a renovation, confidently calculated we needed 3 TIMES the amount of floor trim we actually ended up using. Yes, I did get a call from our contractor saying, “That’s a lot of floor trim!”. Hahaha!!! We should have returned the unneeded trim, but we didn’t.

And then … AND THEN … there were the gardens. The precious daylily seedlings, the Blue Mouse Ears divisions, the lift and shifts, and all the trellises. Not to mention all the hand placed rocks I used for borders …

My personal challenge regarding the gardens was: Do you have a space for those to come back? Answer: I could make way for a bit – for the super struggling, deer eaten, decimated hostas that would just die up there if I leave them.

I can’t have trellises at the townhouse over 4′ and the bear(s) up north by the camper would just play with them. So the trellises stay with the new owners

As for the daylilies, the realtor assured me the new owners said they would love it if I left the daylilies, both mature and seedlings. The deer, miraculously, left the sedum and daylilies alone. In the end, I reminded myself of the joy I get from leaving a trail of my garden creations, and I decided “All but the decimated hostas should stay”. Bless the new homeowners of the little house up north with the gardens I started. Hopefully they will maintain them them far better than I ever could part-time, and enjoy them, and maybe even add on to them.

Ready or not, here it comes

We were up at the top of Minnesota for just a couple days. When we arrived, no color. Two days later …

I watched, as these fluttered down.

And the ferns are in tandem with the birch and aspens.

It will be at least a few more weeks before we see fall color seriously arrive further south in Minnesota, but sure enough, fall is heading our way.

So …

So, the little house up north can boast a new homeowner. She was a delight and a dream, but so much changed in such a short time – for great – that it no longer made sense. We never ever ever intended to have three places. Something had to give, and it was the little house up north.

So I am back, for now, until we find an alternative, at “what can I creatively do at the camping/hunting land up north?” Clearly some things at the townhouse need a new home.

Poor things! They are 3-4 years and they just keep getting stepped on, cut, blown, and pulled out. Time for new digs.

The “garden” up north looks like this (cringe/avert gaze at the raised bed garden area).

The good news is … the asparagus I planted 3 years ago survived!!! 😉 Even the deer left it alone. And the non-blooming iris and the forced daffodils from a “watch em grow” garden are thriving in a depression just to the left, outside of the raised bed area. We think the deer might have enough food with the dandelions, and then the wildflowers, until they can browse on new shrub growth. The bears have raspberry bushes way down the trail… WAY down the trail, and they will stay WAY down the trail. Because we don’t need them up at the campsite, at least when we’re there.

It will take some work, and some investment in something like a protective area, but I could, at least, have an area for reasonably mature seedlings that need safety and protection from their current situation.

For two years of a detour, it also feels good to have left some garden creations at the little house up north. 7 of 12 pollinator created daylily seedlings survived, and 3 of 4 Blue Mouse Ears divisions survived. Plus some more mature daylilies and the sedum divisions of course. Given some love, in a couple years it should start to fill those spaces very nicely.

I did not plant this abundance

Up at the camping land there is a whole lot I did not plant and I do not need to keep cultured. Of particular wonder are thousands and thousands of wildflowers.

It wasn’t always that way. If fact, the first year we owned the land, we showed up one night to a shock – the trail in and the whole campsite was wall-to-wall ferns. It had grown to 4′ tall in a few weeks. It was 1:30 in the morning. We went to bed and dealt with it the next day.

I remember back then we hadn’t even brought a mower yet. The ferns have very strong stems so we used the brush saw. That, however, was arduous, so not too long afterward, a weekend’s rental of a brush mower to work on all the trails followed. It was a dramatic difference. We were concerned for a bit that we had gone too far. But 1/2 hour after cleaning the trails, the trailcams showed deer eating again. They loved it.

The trails now are not at all fern covered. If left unmowed they are wall-to-wall wildflowers. The deer can be seen going side to side, back and forth, eating dandelions early in the season, and then wildflowers.

The ferns are still in the woods – over 4′ tall and lush.