Brown County Indiana With Love

Brown County Indiana is one of my favorite places! Our vacation home in Brown County sits on 30 acres of pure Indiana woodland perfection. The land and vegetation are in constant perpetual motion. An ever changing laboratory of natural, indigenous biology. Even the smallest waterhole is brimming with magnificently diverse, living organisms. Every weekend a new flower variety blooms. And every night a new frog croaking symphony entertains.

Dogs can sense it all I think.  A fish flops in a distance pond and their ears perk up. Daisy and Joey, our King Charles Cavaliers, have their own nature radar. A kind of animal radar, instinct, or heightened sense. Pacing back and forth with their noses to the ground and tails up high, they know that many animal party crashers have been here on their turf since last weekend. Marking the perimeter of their doggy territory is the only thing that matters when we first arrive. Me – I have groceries to unload and gardens to tend.

The gardens at our vacation home must survive a great deal of stress from their environment. Lack of water and tending makes the gardens demand a certain kind of plant material. Rough and resilient Ajuga at the base of a purple Bee Balm. Thyme and oregano grow well in rocky soil, and I use them in hand thrown on pizzas on the grill. I also have excellent luck with Oak Leaf Hydrangeas and I can use these in beautiful tablescapes for summer dinner party centerpieces.

One of the great puzzles of my Brown County garden has always been, why don’t the deer eat my Hostas? I have lots of varietals of Hosta and not one of them has ever been chomped-down to the soil! However, last month around midnight I had my answer. A large pack of Coyote were howling on the hillside. No need for Deer here, nature has provided her own restraint.

On an afternoon hike up to the big barn, I spot a snake sunning on the side of the road and a soft shell turtle in the pond. Dappled sunlight over the blackberries show they are ready soon for picking and the milkweed plants await the Monarch butterflies to arrive from their journey north. Milkweed blooms always make me laugh, they remind me of some pink earrings my grandmother wore. You know the ones, the round jewel encrusted grandmotherly kind.

The heat rises and the little gnats drive us out of the sun and into shade. Cocktails at 5 pm await, as an Indiana Brown County day meanders on.

P.S. Fall in Brown County is glorious! But more on that later.

Onward to Growing a Beautiful Life!

– Gardening Love, Carrie

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