Friday, December 30, 2022

Flora & Fauna of Drums #7 – Drumyngham Park

 

Blog #54 – Flora & Fauna of Drums #7 – Drumyngham Park

Our most recent posts have been about the plants and critters (the flora and fauna) that either made an impact on Drums’ lives over the years or, at least, grew/lived near Drumyngham in the Drums Valley. This post takes it all to a new level, well, a different level, anyway. This post describes how Harry, then Eleanor, and now their son, Ronald, have each “organized” a few elements of nature in the acre of land next to Drumyngham house.

If you read the earlier post Finding History in a Beautiful Morning  you may have a sense of where this is going. One of the first things Harry did after finishing his house, was create an orchard. His widow began to transform the orchard into a park-like setting. Their son, the author of this post, carried that idea forward to bring about the Drumyngham Park as it exists today. This post proposes to tell that story.

It doesn’t begin with Harry in 1954, however. It begins with tribes of Lenni Lenape (Delaware) Indians who traversed the valley hundreds of years ago, long before any Europeans, or any other non-native peoples, for that matter, as far as we know, ever laid eyes on it. It appears that the valley we call Drums Valley (Butler Valley) was not used as a place for living back then. To our knowledge, no Indian villages ever existed in the valley they called Towanensing (the wilderness). Native peoples lived along the Susquehanna River. It appears that the valley was a location for hunting and fishing, but mostly was just travelled through.[1]

This map is the eastern half of a map that offers a depiction of the Indian Paths that crisscrossed the commonwealth at one time. I believe I purchased it for $5.98 during a visit to the Pocono Indian Museum in East Stroudsburg, PA.

The area I’ve circled is the approximate location of the Drums Valley. I’ve marked the Nescopeck River in BLUE. It empties into the Susquehanna River, depicted on the map as a darker black line. I’ve highlighted in tan, portions of two paths on the map. Where they cross near the center of the circle is a few miles West of Drums Corner. The left-to-right (East to West) line is part of a path labeled on the map as the Nescopeck Path. The North – South line is part of a path that is shown, but not labeled, on the map. A local resident told me it was known as the Nanticoke Path. The part of the Nanticoke Path that runs just below where it crosses the East/West Nescopeck Path is known today (if my local source is correct) as Main Street in the Borough of Conyngham.  

The map also shows a place called Nuttimus Town. It is located on the map just left of where my tan highlight meets the blue highlight against the Susquehanna River. The Lenni Lenape Chief, Chief Nutimus, who signed the Walking Purchase of 1737 under protest, moved to this location when his protest was rejected by the Six Nations, a union of Northeast Indian Tribes. I discuss the Walking Purchase and how it helped impact members of “our” tree in the post One Life Well-Lived, One Life Cut Short.

If Poison Ivy grew here then like it does now, I can certainly see why the Lenni Lenape wouldn’t have wanted to build any kind of lodging around here!

My dad did say he had found arrowheads at various times in his fields. He gave me two of them when I was age 9 or 10. Problem is, I presently have no idea where I put them. I’m sure they are in this house someplace. Where? That is the question. I believe I’ll find them again, someday, in the back of a drawer under a pile of socks! That none have been found recently in our fields, however, doesn’t stop me from looking around after Ransom Young does some plowing. I mean, you never know.

It is fun to stand looking South across the fields toward Butler Mountain imagining one or more American Indians hunting deer or Wild Turkey in the fields below Drumyngham. Of course, the area was wooded then, not open fields, but you get what I’m talking about, right?

Anyway, eventually, people came into the valley who DID think this was a place to live, Poison Ivy or not. The story of how that came about was told in the post: The Drums of Drums Arrive in Drums. I believe that at one time, after Europeans came along with their notions of land ownership and such, most of the valley was owned by Dr. Benjamin Rush of Philadelphia.  We know he sold some of his land to George and Philip Drum in 1808[2], but not the tract of land Drumyngham sits upon. I don’t have all of the specifics prior to 1936 of how this tract of land came into Drum’s hands.

Of course, that research HAS been done, a number of times, most recently in 2002 when Mom sold the property to my wife and me. However, as to who were the original owners, and the progression of the deeds from them to me, stupid me did not retain a copy of that documentation.

I don’t think that Drumyngham was in any Drum’s hands until 1941. Shown here is a portion of a Butler Township map made in 1873.[3] The tract of land I call Drumyngham is located between the names “D. Walk” and “J. Walk” on the map[4]. That means, in 1873, one of three people owned the 6+ acres of land Drumyngham now rests on, D (Daniel) Walk, J (John) Walk or S. Santee. Like I said, a deed search would fill in these gaps.

At some point after 1873, but prior to 1936, it would seem, then, that one of the Walks, or Mr. Santee, sold some or all of his land to a member of the Schaffer family. If I had to guess, I’d say it was Santee since the 1873 map marks the house as his. As far as I know, this is the same house Nathan Drum rented in the very early 1900’s that we’ve always known as “The Cal Schaffer House”. See the post They Call it Progress for a photo of Nathan Drum and his family sitting on this house’s porch, as well as a photo of the Schaffer family; Cal, Laura, Mary, and Ed; stopping by for a visit. Sorry, I don’t know who they are stopping by to visit. I assume it is Ella and Elmer, maybe to sell them Drumyngham’s 6+ acres of land, but we do not know. What we DO know is what happens when one assumes.

According to the Calvin Schaffer/Elmer and Ella Drum deed of 1941, Drumyngham’s 6+ acres came into Calvin “Cal” Schaffer’s possession “by quit claim DEED by the heirs of the estate of the late Mary Shaffer (sic) and dated the 3rd day of September, A.D. 1936…”.

In February of 1941 (the deed is dated February 3, 1941) Cal Schaffer sold “6.44 acres more or less” (MORE OR LESS!??) of his land located along the “south-side of the Drums-Conyngham state Road” (later called “highway” in the same document), now known as West Butler Drive, between Clyde Young’s Lane and Daniel Walk’s land, to Elmer and Ella Drum for “FIVE ($5.00) Dollars and other good and valuable Consideration”. It became Ella’s alone when Elmer died in January of 1959.

Elmer and his son, Harry (my dad), built Drumyngham on the land in 1953/4. Some of that story is told in the post The Library. The land, itself, was not officially Harry’s, however, until Ella sold it to him and his wife, Eleanor, in February, 1959. The deed is dated February 13, 1959. When Dad died in 1986, the land became my mom’s alone. She decided to sell it to me and Phyllis in 2002. 

Mom called Drumyngham “home” until she died in 2014. I moved back permanently in 2017 and, upon retirement from her position in Washington, D.C., Phyllis closed out our Silver Spring, MD apartment and joined me in 2021. I think I know what is going to happen to it next, but as we have seen, history has to happen before it can be history and please recall my point made above about assumptions.

Harry wanted an orchard beside his new house and a few acres of garden below his home. The garden came quickly but there were a number of things that had to be done to finish making the house “a home” before an orchard could be planted, so the orchard had to wait a little bit.

Finally, the day came and the first tree was planted. No one recorded the date, not even a photo was taken, and my mom was a photo-taker! Once begun, however, it became a center of our lives at Drumyngham. The following is a compilation of photos that help us watch the orchard/park progress through the years. In the top left corner, we see two children sledding in front of what is probably the newly, or recently, planted orchard. That’s me behind my brother, Nathan. The top middle photo is a zoomed-in version of the original photo which appears on the right. I zoomed in to get a better view of the orchard in the background. Obviously, this photo was taken a few months earlier than the sledding photo. The boys riding pedal toys in the photo are Nathan (left), and our cousin, Charles (right).

Across the lower half of the compilation, we see three images of the orchard: 1983, three years before my dad died; 1987, one year after he died, and 1996. It was the snow Mom was photographing. Finally, lower right, the area as it looks today beside that 1964 image to show the difference, both taken from a similar camera location. 

Since he did not date the original orchard chart, I am uncertain of the exact year he began to work on the orchard. I thought it was in 1956 or 1957, but it may have been as late as 1960. No matter the start year, the chart shows the orchard of my childhood years (1960’s-early 1970’s).


The first chart, seen here, and the one that follows dated 1984, are both photos of photocopies of the originals making details somewhat difficult to see on both of them. It is interesting that Dad chose to depict the orchard as hand-numbered points on a straight line that correspond to a list of the tree names typed below the lines. I would have expected Dad to create something much more like the 1984 chart, all hand written (nothing typed) and showing the tree names right on the lines. The penmanship on the 1984 chart is clearly my dad’s, but information that is handwritten on this earlier chart may not be his handwriting. I wonder if my grandfather, Elmer, who died in January of 1959, was responsible for creating this first chart.

Whether created by Dad or Pap Pap, the chart does help us know what trees were originally planted and which ones died first. We see one tree “X’ed” off the “tree line” (#25) and nine trees crossed off in the corresponding list below the diagram. I (once again) assume that these trees failed; maybe these trees were lost to the deer.

I believe a few of the trees were transplanted from the Fritzingertown farm, but most were purchased trees. I don’t know if he planned it all out on paper first, and then planted the orchard plants, or if he did it the other way around: planted his plants and then made a chart of where everything was. Either way, there was a plan of some sort; just like on the chart, the trees were all planted in straight rows.

My guess is he planted the orchard first. One reason I think he planted first and then made the chart involves the issues with #31 and #32 on the chart. It is almost like they couldn’t remember what they planted in those spots. Of course, it may have been that they couldn’t decide which tree to plant there.  See below for details.

These are the plants as they are listed on the chart, some with notes.

Row 1

1. & (possibly) 31. Anoka[5]: These apples have a skin that is yellow to green with red streaks. The trees do not live long. The apple’s flavor is very tart. The apples are very good for baking. This is an older variety that most orchards have replaced with newer varieties. The chart lists “Stanley Prune” for number 31, but that name is crossed off and “Anoka?” is written beside it.

2. Gravenstein: This apple’s flavor is often described as being crisp and tart with a touch of honey. Very good for Cider and drying.

3. King: There are a number of apple varieties with the word “King” included in the name making it difficult to know which specific King variety had been the “King” of Dad’s orchard.

4. & 21. Red Elberta Peach: The Arbor Day Foundation says this is America’s favorite Peach. Dad chose well!

5. Wagner: I think this is a typo. It probably was supposed to be Wagener, an old New York apple variety.  it is crossed off on the list.

6. & 8. J. H. Hale Peach: A high maintenance (needs lots of pruning) older variety.

7. Wealthy: An old, but tasty, variety of apple. According to the website “Specialty Produce”, the name does not refer to the apple’s flavor or how the grower will end up by growing them. It is named after the first grower’s wife, Wealthy Gideon. This is the tree my dad chose to build my treehouse in, certainly making me “wealthy”!

By the way, and this is true for Philip’s treehouse discussed below as well, we did not impact the tree in any way to build the house. The “house” was a structure built beside the tree, near enough for me to climb from the structure into the tree and back. No nails were driven into either tree, and that was done on purpose. Please don’t nail into live trees, or carve things into live trees. It not only hurts their pride; it offers too many opportunities for insects or disease to get a foothold.

9. Smokehouse: An old variety of apple that originated in Lampeter Township, PA around the 1800's. Apparently the first tree grew beside Mr. William Gibbons’ smokehouse.

10. Nothing was originally typed beside this number. Someone inserted in pencil what appears to be “Yellow Transplant”, although I am not confident that is what is written. If that is what it says, we have a new question: what does that mean? Did Elmer have a Yellow Delicious Apple, or some other yellow fruit variety, in Fritzingertown that they transplanted (or planned to transplant) to this location?

Between the first and second rows of trees, Dad planted Red Raspberries. He may have had Black Raspberries there as well. Memory fails me. I sure enjoyed those raspberries but I sure hated having to pick them. Raspberries have thorns. Thorns and young skin do not mix.  The thorns are hard on older skin as well! The raspberries, however, were not included on his chart.

This photo of my dad plowing snow from our driveway, was taken by Mom just after one of the two blizzards of early 1964 (Jan 13-14, 22” of snow; Feb 18-19, 25” of snow), most likely taken through the eastern facing living room window. In the photo, you can see that first row of trees near the road, then the raspberry patch, and just a portion of the second row. Young’s barn is in the background.

Row 2

11. through 14. Bartlett Pear. Yummy.

15. & 24. Montmorency Sour Cherry: #24 is crossed off on the list. I loved cherries as a child (still do!). I remember asking my dad if I could have some of the cherries from the orchard. He said that I could but to be careful which tree I picked them from because some of them were sour cherries. I picked cherries from this tree (#15). He was right. They were sour. I still remember my dad laughing over my reaction upon biting down on the fruit. Another cherry story follows below in the SWEET cherries of Row 3.

16. Summer Rambo: The apple varieties are getting older! Here we have an apple the American Colonialists used to enjoy! Turns out the apple has nothing to do with Sylvester Stallone and everything to do with the name it uses when it is in its country of origin, France: Rambour d'Ete. It was known as plain old Summer Rambo in the states by the 1850’s.

17. & 19. Oboy Peach: If nothing else, it has a GREAT name!

18. & 20. Solid Red Delicious[5]: My dad loved this apple. Apparently, he was not alone. According to Doll’s Orchards, this very sweet apple is an all-time favorite, for many years voted as the favorite eating apple. I actually like an apple that is more on the tart side, like a Winesap (see below).

22. Cortland[5]: Another old variety, this apple variety came along in 1898, three years after Elmer was born (1895) and one year after Elmer’s wife, Ella, and his sister, Christie were born (1897)!  A good baking apple, this one is mildly tart. The variety may be over 100 years old but it is still a fan favorite due to its unique flavor. Note this tree apparently has no main trunk. More about this tree, and its lack of trunk, is included later in this post.

Row 3

23. Black Tartarian Cherry: The Arbor Day Foundation says this is “a great choice for home orchards”. Its large, reddish-black fruit is somewhat shaped like a heart. This is the tree that got me into trouble. As mentioned above, I love cherries. One year, probably 1966, this tree was covered in cherries. I went out one day and climbed up into this tree and had a cherry. Delicious! So, I had another, and another, and another. I still remember plucking those drops of heaven off the tree, popping them one by one into my mouth, removing the pit with my teeth and spitting it out, and relishing that wonderful sweetness of cherry; then repeating the process with another. I was out there for at least an hour, maybe longer, until I began to get a funny feeling in my belly. Suddenly, I didn’t want any more cherries. I climbed down and doubled over in pain. Did those cherries make me sick or what! I don’t remember how it all ended but I’m pretty sure I didn’t do much for the rest of the day. I also remember my grandmother Drum saying something along the lines of “I told you not to eat too many cherries or you would get sick”. Grammy was helpful that way. Arbor Day Foundation says, “This species was brought from Russia to England in 1794 by Hugh Ronalds and named Ronald's Large Black Heart. It came to the United States in the early 1800s and has been popular ever since.” I don’t know about Ronald’s Heart, but it sure felt like Ronald’s stomach had turned black! It was a long time before I ate cherries again, I can tell you that!

25. Giant Black Sweet Cherry: That’s all the chart says making it difficult to know what specific variety this was. I do not remember this tree, and you would think I would remember it! #25 is crossed off on the list. Maybe that’s why I don’t remember it.

26. Winisor Sweet Cherry: This may be a typo on the list and should have been Windsor Cherry. I don’t remember it and it is crossed off the list.

27. Schmidt Black Sweet Cherry: I remember a cherry tree in “the back” of the orchard (on the side closest to Young’s Barn) and this one may be it. As I recall, it produced a lot of black sap when the bark was damaged. Of course, I may be mixing memories here with another tree but I’m thinking that this is that tree. Needless to say, if this was the “sap tree”, perhaps that was why I stayed away from climbing this tree.

Row 4

28. Blue Plum; 29. Red Plum; 30. & 31. Stanley Prune: As noted above, beside #31. “Stanley Prune” is crossed off and “Anoka?” is written beside it in pencil. Correct me if I am wrong, but aren’t prunes just dried plums? So, why would you note two plums and two prunes (instead of all plums or all prunes)? Well, no matter, they were all crossed off! Dad’s French Lilacs grow in this location now.

32. “Hale Haven” is typed beside the number. Then, on the line below is typed “Peach” After that, handwritten, is a “?”. I have no idea what was going on here.

33. Early Redbird: This dark red apple was developed by a 27-year-old grower named Francis P. Sharp (1823 – 1903) of New Brunswick, Canada in 1880. He called it “Crimson Beauty”. In the early 1900’s he sold the rights to the apple to the (American) Stark Brothers Nursery. They renamed it Early Red Bird.

34. Once again, we see “Hale Haven” and then, typed below it, is “Peach”. This time there is no “?”.

35. Turley Red Winesap[5]: Doll’s Orchard says this is an “all-time favorite” apple. It is for me! The apple is tart, flavorful, and firm. This is the tree we chose to build Philip’s Treehouse in. You can see the house remnants in the photo on the right. I discuss the treehouse, with photos, later in this post. Note the size of the tree then as opposed to now.  

36. & 38. Red Hale Peach: Hale, Hale, the gangs all here! #38, however, is crossed off.

37. Solid Red Jonathan[5]: Doll’s says this apple is “tops for flavor” They claim it is a juicy, crisp, tangy taste “excelled for cider.”  “A perfect blend” they add. I guess they like it.

39. Red McIntosh[5]: Doll’s calls this apple an “Old time favorite”. They describe it as being “crisp and mildly tart”. Good for cooking, cider and for drying.

Have you noted the “good for cider” theme yet?

Every fall, Dad would drag out his apple press and we would commence to making apple cider. We’d collect “drops” (apples that had fallen off the tree) and pick some “low-hanging-fruit” that were still hanging on, as well. We’d “wash” (rub off any mud, etc.,) still clinging to the apple in a big tub of water, cut out any “bad spots” (worms, bruises), cut the remaining flesh into smaller pieces, and toss them into the grinder bin at the top of the press. When the bin was full, one of us would then turn the crank, grinding up the apples into “mash” which then fell into a wooden-sided, open-ended cylinder. When this was full, it would be pulled forward and positioned under the screw press. Again, one of us would turn the steering wheel-like handle above the press to turn the screw-press down onto the ground up apples and squeeze the juice out of the mash. The juice (now cider) would be collected into a metal tub and the pressed apple mash would be tossed away onto the compost pile. The cider would be filtered through a few layers of cheesecloth, bottled, and placed on our road-side stand along West Butler Drive in front of the house to be sold to customers who stopped while passing by, or consumed, happily, I might add, by you-know-who and his family and friends. Making Apple Cider was a big event! But FUN!

Today, Drops are not used because they offer too great a chance for bacteria. The cider is pasteurized, again to reduce the bacteria that might be present. Looking back on how we did it then to how they do it now, it’s a wonder any of us survived!! But back then, we thought we would live forever.

Nothing, however, lives forever and this includes fruit trees. In 1984 my dad decided new trees were in order so, replaced the dead or dying trees with new trees. He created a new chart as well. He entitled it “Order of Trees 1984”. The chart title is written where the raspberry patch was in the orchard.

 Once again, I’ve listed them for ease in reading and included notes for any not already mentioned/described above. The trees included on this chart are:

Row 1

§  Anoka or Baldwin: A question right off the bat! Why “or”? Was this a plan for the future or did he forget what he planted there? We just don’t know. The Baldwin Apple is, as far as apples go, quite an interesting apple. Check out the web page I linked for an interesting history. It was discovered in Massachusetts in 1740, just two years after Philip arrived in Philadelphia from Germany.

§  Gravenstein

§  Seckel: This is a pear, a controversial pear as well! I remember my dad being quite proud of having gotten a Seckel Pear. I guess he liked them. The controversy is if it is an American Pear or a German Pear. According to the website USA Pears:

Seckels are believed by many to be the only truly American variety of pear grown commercially. Unlike other varieties planted in the U.S. from European cultivars, Seckels are thought to have originated as a wild seedling near Philadelphia. They were discovered in the early 1800's. This may or may not be true, however. It is possible that German immigrants travelling westward through the area dropped fruit or left seeds behind.

§  King: Once again, that’s all he wrote.

§  Spy: Another slightly tart, crisp apple that is good for cider making. It originated in the early 1800’s. The web site Specialty Produce does not say why it was named “spy”. I remember Dad being a fan of this apple, too.

§  Whitney Crabapple: Now this is different! This tree produces numerous sweet, red, golf ball-sized apples good for many things including cider.

§  Idared:  Until I Googled the name, I didn’t believe I was seeing what I thought it said, “Idared”. Turns out, this red apple comes from Idaho (cute, huh?). According to our friends at Apples from N.Y. website, this is your baking apple. It is a cross between two old-time New York apples, Jonathan and Wagener.

§  Smokehouse

§  DBL Red Delicious: Specialty Produce says this is a Red Delicious variety that has very red skin.

Row 2

§  The first three trees are listed as Bartlett. These are pear trees.

§  Elberta: Peach tree.

§  Nectorine Norcrest: Obviously a misspelling, Dad meant “Nectarine”. A nectarine is a smooth-skinned peach. I have no idea what “Norcrest” means.

§  Yellow Delicious

§  Red Delicious

§  Red Delicious

§  Cortland: (I believe this is the same tree as #22 on the first chart.) One of the two Red Delicious Apple trees listed above and this Cortland tree are in the same approximate locations on both charts. It may be that they were the same trees. If so, the Cortland is still alive, now a VERY old tree. In fact, it may be that the original tree fell or was cut down, but shoots (sometimes called suckers) grew up from the roots/stump and gave us this “new” tree. Check out the photo included by #22 in the first chart and see what you think.

Row 3

§  Fireside: This tree is still there and still producing apples. Dad may not have ever tasted this tree’s apples, however. The web site says it takes two years to bear fruit and Dad died in 1986.

§  Seckel Pear

§  Liberty: This apple variety originated in Geneva, NY in 1955, only two years older than me! As can be seen in the photo, this tree is one of the five trees that are still part of Dad’s orchard. 

§  Bartlett: the pear, again. It seems he had a pair of them in this row. (sorry)

§  Bartlett

§  Stanley Prune

§  Hale Haven Peach

Row 4

§  Clapp’s Favorite Pear: I was so hoping that Clapp was some neighbor-friend of Dad’s but, alas, it was not to be. According to Specialty Produce:

The first Clapp's Favorite pear tree was discovered as a chance seedling in the 1850s in Dorchester, Massachusetts, which is now a neighborhood of Boston. The tree grew on Thaddeus Clapp's property, leading to its present-day name. Clapp’s Favorite pear was introduced to the market in 1860, and today it can be found at farmers markets and in private orchards in the northern UK and the northeastern United States.

§  Criterion: This is a yellow apple that only became available to the public in 1973! It only bears fruit every other year which may be why I thought this tree was dying! However, now armed with this fact, I know the darn thing is still thriving!

§  Early Redbird: I believe this is #33 on the original chart.

§  Turley Winesap: Again, if I am correct, this is #35 on the original chart. As noted above, it is still there producing apples.

§  Jonathan: I think this is #37 on the original chart.

§  McIntosh: I believe this is # 39 on the original chart.

Row 4A

Two peach trees are listed below the fourth row each marked by a cross, Elberta (Peach) and Champion White Peach. I do not remember these trees, but then, I wasn’t here a lot in the 1980’s and 1990’s.

Although even yet to this day sometimes, we will refer to the park as “the Orchard”, it basically stopped being an orchard when Dad died in 1986. Neither my brother nor I was living in Drumyngham at that time and Mom sure couldn’t care for an orchard, so it dwindled. She did her best to keep it mowed. In the photo from around 1990, we see Mom on her mower. Behind her are some of the French Lilacs Dad planted when his fruit trees failed.

She was still out driving her riding lawn mower around at the age of 80 (2007). One day that year, she fell and apparently broke her hip, although no one, including her, realized that at the time. The hip problem, however, slowed her down immensely.

I was away so much 1986-2016, I really didn’t know what she added or removed in the orchard or why. Looking through her scrapbooks I did find at least one reason trees were removed. Apparently, in 1988, according to the caption Mom wrote beside these photos, Drums experienced a Microburst Windstorm that damaged a number of Dad’s trees. 

Here are two photos of some of that damage. I can’t tell if it is the same tree, but I think it is. She had a number of downed-tree-photos but some were not from our property. The lower of the two photos shows our driveway and Butler Mountain so we know this photo is clearly one of the orchard trees. I think it may be the Seckle Pear in Row 3 on Dad’s 1984 chart.

Around the year 1998, Mom decided she wanted more use of the orchard, so had many of the now dead or dying fruit trees, and the raspberry plants, removed. She replaced them with a number of ornamentals and evergreen trees.


In 1995, Phyllis and I had a son. We named him Philip after the first Drum listed in the North American part of our family Tree. By 2003 I felt he was big enough to enjoy having a treehouse. We made it back to Drums enough that I figured a treehouse in Drums would be a fun place for him to “hang out” when we were in town. So, together we built a tree house in the tree Dad marked as a “Turley Winesap” on his 1984 chart (Row 4). Our neighbor, Walley Herhal, helped and even Mom came out and hammered a few nails. The next year, we put “sides” on the house. Philip and Mom had a few picnics under the treehouse. It was fun while it lasted!


Mom continued to mow around her trees as long as she was able but by 2008, when the hip problem became too much, she pretty much stopped going outside the house, let alone try to mow anything. The orchard/park was left to its own devises. “Weed Trees” took root, Rosa Rugosa that Mom had planted as a “fence” along the road went wild, growing almost everywhere, goldenrod loved the meadow-like environment, Poison Ivy gladly sprung up and the area became almost unusable.

When it became evident Mom could no longer keep the grass even around the house at bay by herself, she asked David Mumaw, a member of our church, St. John’s United Church of Christ in St. Johns, PA, to mow around the house. He had been a member of the church choir with Mom and Dad so was glad to help her. I don’t know if she paid him for this help, she probably did, but, after she died in 2014, I asked him to keep coming on a regular basis and we agreed on a suitable compensation.

One day in 2015, I asked Dave if he would follow me around the orchard, cutting a walking path I could walk each day when at the house. Together, we cut the first path of what would become Drumyngham Park – I named the paths: Prince’s Run (my childhood dog was named Prince. His house was near this location), Goldenrod Way, Schaffer Shortcut, Ronnie’s Treehouse Turn (circles the approximate location of my “Wealthy” Tree House), Linden Lane, Eleanor’s Umbrella Tree, and out of the park via Drumyngham Way.

When I moved back to Drumyngham in 2017, Dave was unable to continue mowing so I hired a new fellow who keeps the lawn down suitably. However, I bought a hand-push electric mower of my own to keep the park paths open. I’ve added new paths as well, much to my wife’s enjoyment – and mine too.   

Thanks for going on this “walk in the park” with me. In our next post, we will take another walk in the park, this time to examine the park as it exists today. We’ll see plants and animals you’ve never seen before. Ok, you may have seen them before but not in someone’s backyard! Well, maybe in someone’s back yard but not in MY backyard! If you HAVE seen them in my backyard, what the heck were you doing in my backyard!?

Wanna join me in a walk?



[1] Two Hundred Years of Progress: Butler Township, 1784-1984 (Drums, PA: The Drums Lions Club, May 1984) p 1

[2] Helman, Laura M., History and Genealogy of the Drum Family (Allentown, PA: Berkemeyer, Keck & Co., 1927), p. 28

[3] Atlas of Luzerne County Pennsylvania from actual surveys by and under the direction of D. G. Beers (Phila: A. Pomeroy and Company, 1873), p 39.

[4] The 1870 Census lists a Daniel Walck and a John J. Walck. The 1873 map shows the names as D. Walk and J. Walk. I believe these are both one and the same people. The 1941 Schaffer/Drum Deed shows “Daniel Walk”. No one ever said this was going to be a “walk in the Park”, or even a walck in the Park for that matter!

[5] List numbers 1, 20, 22, 35, 37, 39 and possibly 31 are apple varieties described on Doll’s Orchards’s website:  http://oldenburgapplelady.com/apple-varieties/

Thursday, April 7, 2022

Flora & Fauna of Drums # 6 – Plants: Hey! Stop the mower! You’re mowing my Rhubarb!!

 

Blog #53 - Flora & Fauna of Drums # 6 – Plants: Hey! Stop the mower! You’re mowing my Rhubarb!!

In post #52, we looked at the Drums and how they interacted with plants. In this post, #53, we will look at some of the plants the Drums may have interacted with. In our last post it was all about, as Lady Bird Johnson used to say, “Plan and plant for beauty!” In this post its all about what beauty did we plant, or something along those lines. What’s growing at Drumyngham; is where we start.

This is Drumyngham in the mid-summer. The North corner is pointed at the photographer. Butler Mountain can be seen to the left peeking between the tree and the house.  Butler Drive (not in picture) is to the right. I’ve labeled some things I thought you might find interesting.

On the left we see a tree labeled as “Mom’s Norway Maple”. A nursery sold this tree to my mom. I believe she bought it in 1998 as an ornamental. Now they are considered “invasive”. Mom knew I liked Red Maples so she made sure the maple she bought was a red one! Good intentions. ‘Nuff said.

Next, we see “Dad’s Grape Arbor”. The arbor is actually in the back yard behind the house but it can be seen between the Maple and the house in the above photo. He really enjoyed those grapes. He knew how to take care of them. These days I’m just glad they grow each year! Under the canopy of grapes, we have a small picnic table. Behind the grapes Dad built a small fireplace. He used it to bar-be-que and to steam Sweet Corn he’d grow in his acre garden. He also grew various varieties of pumpkins, strawberries, onions, various varieties of squash, various varieties of tomatoes, potatoes, peas, cucumbers, green beans, carrots, lettuce, radishes, finger peppers, green peppers (also known as Bell peppers or sweet peppers. We called them “Mangoes”. I never did get a good answer as to why.), and a few things I’m sure I am forgetting. You know, maybe it was two acres he planted. I hated weeding the garden. Had you asked me back then how big the garden was, I would have said it was 10 acres!

Rhododendron as seen from
the bedroom window,
not the Cardinal's window

“Mom’s Rhododendron” is next in line. I think she got that at the same time as the Norway Maple. It had grown higher than the house by 2017 but I had a guy come and trim it back a bit. It is amazing to see in full bloom each spring. Behind that bush is a window into the living room. A Cardinal made a nest in the bush one year. Shortly thereafter, the Cardinal decided it needed to defend its territory from that “other” Cardinal it could “see” in that window (its own reflection). Try what we would, we could not find a way to persuade that Cardinal that all the world needed was peace! I don’t know how long Cardinals live but this one, or a close relative, fought that “other” bird all summer long and for a number of summers thereafter. I’m surprised the window didn’t break; or the bird’s neck, for that matter, poor thing. It must have had quite a headache each night but it was not going to give up the fight! Eventually, of course, it did.

Labeled next we see “Mom’s Smoke Tree”. That’s what she called it. The nursery sales slip says “Purple Smoke Bush”. This was another purchase that she made in 1998 from the same nursery that sold her the Maple and Rhododendron. However, this was part of a second group of plants she bought that summer. Mom adored this tree. I like it a great deal too. Purple leaves all summer and spring flowers that look like a purple haze, which I guess is why it is called a “Purple Smoke Bush”.

The “Day Lily” has been there almost as long as I can remember. Big orange blooms open each spring. Mom planted some out by the road, by the telephone pole, as well, but the township cuts those down each year when they cut the “weeds” that grow along the roadside.

Arborvitae #3 and Azalea #2.
That’s Lily-of-the-valley in front.


Next, we see the label “Azalea”, but the next plant in the photo is actually the first of four Globe Arborvitaes. They have been there at least as long as the Day Lily. Then we see the Azalea followed by another Arborvitae, #2. Drumyngham’s front door is next, then Arborvitae #3. Another Azalea, #2, and then the fourth Arborvitae. Between the first Arborvitae and the first Azalea, is a Bleeding Heart that grows up each year.


The last labeled plant in the photo is “Dad’s Birch Tree”. Dad wanted a Birch Tree in the front yard for a long time. He mentioned it to Wally Herhal shortly after Walley moved in across the street. Dad wondered where he could get one and Wally suggested he just go to a Hazleton stripping (an area that has been “strip mined”; in this area for coal) and “collect” one there. “They grow all over those strippings like weeds,” Wally said. So, one day, that’s what Dad did! The result, some 40 years later, can be seen in the above photo. Mom, of course, planted flowers around its base, like this red Tulip. 


Mom loved to “garden”, as she called it, planting flowers all over the place. She was always planting some annual or perennial someplace around the house and then worrying over it. Clockwise below, we see Daffodils and Jonquils and Tulips; Spring Bluets and Irises; all sorts of bulb flowers; all pop up all about the place from Spring through Fall.



Of course, they didn’t have to be bulbs for her to plant them. In the center of the next photo, we see a Climbing Hydrangea. I had no idea what it was. I had to ask Penn State Cooperative Extension what it was. They knew. It came to Drumyngham along with that second group of plants mom bought in 1998. The sales slip lists it as “Pee Gee Hydrangia 5 Gal”. It cost Mom $8.00.

Upper left is a Money Plant, aka Silver Dollar plant. The official name is Lunaria annua.  These flowers are probably the prettiest colored blooms of the bunch, my favorite; VERY eye-catching.  Of course, everyone else likes them because their seed pods look like silver dollars. In the upper right is a Morning Glory. True to the name, the Morning Glory blooms in the morning sunshine. In the photo collection below, the Morning Glory could easily be confused with the plant just below it, the White Hibiscus. In reality, not so much. The Morning Glory is perhaps 1.5” across. The Hibiscus is the size of a dinner plate! Mom had red ones too but only the white ones seem to have survived. Incredible any have survived since they usually grow in Hawai’i. In fact, one of its cousins, the Yellow Hawaiian Hibiscus or Pua Moa Hau Hele, is Hawai’i’s state flower. Behind the big, white Hibiscus, you can also see the pretty pink Sweet Pea blossoms. These were a favorite of mine as a kid because the seed pods would dry on the vine. Touch them and suddenly they’d explode, seeds flying every which way. Even better, the pod casing twisted up like a corkscrew!! Mom had a specific place along the porch wall she’d grow them. Now they are wild and grow wherever they want.

Sweet Pea seed pods.

On the lower left is a beautiful Clematis vine. It grows beside the Climbing Hydrangia. For as long as I can remember, Mom wanted a Wisteria vine to grow at the front of her porch. She would PRAY for one to grow. It never did. Finally, she gave up and planted this Clematis vine. In 2011, Mom fell in the house, laid on the floor for two days, and almost died. I came home from Maryland, stopping at the house before I went to the hospital to see her. There, growing up the side of the old chicken coop shed in the back yard, was a small Wisteria, and it was blooming. She had no idea it was there. I even took a photo of the blooms to show her so she could see she finally got a wisteria at Drumyngham. Although her situation improved, it eventually took a number of bad turns and she passed away in January of 2014.

Not so the Wisteria. That thing turned into the plant from Mars! It was slowly pulling the shed apart. I’m pretty sure the weight of it was the reason the Chicken Coop’s main beam cracked forcing me to take that building down in 2021. Needless to say, the vine went with it. 

Before I move along to the next grouping, I would be remiss if I didn't mention Mom's love of the Lily of the Valley. Mom loved the Lily of the Valley. She not only had real ones growing in the yard, but little plastic ones hanging on picture frames around the house. She had little pots hanging from hooks in the ceiling full of plastic Lily of the Valley. Some would say she was a bit of a nut when it came to Lily of the Valley. I would not argue. 

Clematis is a relative of the lowly Buttercup! We got those at Drumyngham too, until the lawn mower finds them, that is. Then the Buttercups become mulch for the rest of the lawn.

Like most kids, I suppose, one of us always had to pick one and hold it to the chin of whomever was there playing at that moment. If the chin turned yellow, as it most always did if the sun reflected off the shiny yellow flower petals just right, your friend would be a confirmed “Butter Lover!”  That doesn’t work on me anymore, not since I grew the beard.

However, unless one is talking about Bearded Irises, which we did have here for a while as well, but which seem to have died off, beards have nothing to do with the subject of this post, so, back to the plants of Drumyngham, which means, more Mom-flowers. Heck, they didn’t even have to be FLOWERS!

In the following grouping of “Mom Plants”, we see shrubs and trees she planted as if they were flowers. Well, some ARE flowers, so to speak, but you know what I mean. In the photo, upper left, is a Dogwood. Of course, this photo was taken in the Fall. This beautiful tree is most known for its (usually) white flowers that usually appear around Easter (April). I mention Easter because there is a legend about Dogwoods and the Crucifixion cross many find interesting. I know Mom did. When I was in my first two decades (1960’s to 1980’s), we had a Dogwood growing near the end of our driveway where it meets Butler Drive. That tree died and was removed. So, when Mom planted this new round of trees in 1998 (the first group), she, of course, included a Dogwood Tree.

On the upper right, is Mom’s most beloved Tree, her Mock Orange. She loved this tree, nurtured it, pruned it. It was one of her proudest possessions, so to speak. Our land borders with our neighbor’s land about where this tree grows. The Youngs, Clyde and now Ransom, farm the land West of ours. One day, and I’m not sure if it was Clyde or Ransom, but one of them was running his tractor along the edge of the field spraying what was probably an herbicide to control weeds, or an insecticide to control insects, both of which, weeds and insects, played havoc with his crops. Coincidence or not (and if not a coincidence, certainly not purposefully done), shortly thereafter, the Mock Orange began to weaken. It appeared to be dying. Mom was heartbroken. She accused the Youngs of “killing her tree”, cried, grew angry, and decided to “rip the dead tree out by its roots now that it is dead!” I talked her out of it. I said as long as it had green leaves, it could come back. It did, sort of. It still blooms each year, as best it can, a lovely, beautiful white blossom that causes you to think of Gardenias when you smell the blossom. I can see why she loved that tree.

Behind the Mock Orange in the photo is a large Holly Bush. A few weeks ago, I cut that Holly back a bit because it was crowding out that poor little, long-suffering Mock Orange! Mom planted that, the Holly, too. She planted another one near the Driveway. That one can be seen in the lower left of the above grouping. Both of them came in that first group of 1998. The middle photo in the bottom row is Mom’s Magnolia. It came with the second 1998 purchase. That one cost her $10.00.

My favorite flower is the Pussy Willow. When I first saw the Magnolia, it was early Spring, no leaves or flowers yet, but covered by large, fuzzy buds. I wondered if Mom had found some kind of new Pussy Willow variety! Then the thing bloomed and I understood. Mom DID buy a Pussy Willow with that 1998 group-two purchase. It, too, cost her $10.00. That one apparently did not make it because I cannot find it. The only reason I know about it is it is on the sales slip. She never mentioned it to me.

The final photo in the above grouping, lower right, is what I call Mom’s Umbrella Tree. It is listed on the second group purchase sales slip as Weeping Cherry Fountain of Snow. This one is in the “Park”. I thought she had said that she had planted a second one near the driveway. However, I wondered why it seemed so different from the Parks tree. Stupid me. They seem different because they ARE different! The 1998 purchase sales slip for group two has a number of candidates on it that it could be. I’ve just been too lazy to determine which of the options it is!

BTW, the second group equaled 17 plants. Some I know are gone. For example, she had planted two Honey Locust Trees too close to Butler Drive so PPL Electric Company said they had to go before they caused problems with the power lines. Some I have found and a few I have yet to identify.

Mom also loved roses. At one time she had two white roses near a second Mock Orange. I think that both of them have given up, but the Mock Orange keeps trying. There they all are, two rose bushes on either side of the taller Mock Orange in the lower left corner of this photo.

Towering over everything are the two Catalpa trees that once stood on the western boarder of the Drumyngham land. The photo was taken in June. I actually think the photo is of the car in the forefront, but those trees capture the viewer's eyes for sure. I am uncertain what year this photo was taken; perhaps late '70's?

By the way, in an earlier post, Come Climb "Our" Tree with Me, I tell a story about my climbing one of these trees and giving my mom a fright. Although they were a bit smaller when the story takes place, it is fairly clear, seeing the photo, why Mom was so concerned. Gives me a chill, even now, to think of it.

Mom had another rose she loved. This one she planted in what she called her “Rock Garden”, an area near the well house. Here we see the Rock Garden in 1957. That's my brother Nathan. See how happy he is? That's because this was before I was born that fall. He never seemed very happy in photos taken after October of 1957. However, I was talking about Mom's roses.

The Rock Garden Rose was a beautiful, deep red rose. As a kid I was always getting myself scratched by it. The original plant is long gone now, but I think some of it's descendants may still be trying to make a return to glory. Unfortunately, one needs a gardener to care for a rose and, as I've said many times, I ain't a gardener. My theory is, if it wants to grow, it needs to take care of itself. Do as the Crab Grass does! Crab Grass doesn't need a gardener to grow!

Here is a Rock Garden photo from August, 1971. It was taken to show the Red Rose bush. I look at these photos now and stand in wonder these plants had grown so big! Mom really WAS a "Gardener!" At the time, I my reaction to them was more like, "Meh." Behind the Rose, however, are those Catalpa Trees yet again. Now those trees were more like Crab Grass, no one needed to "garden" them. They just grew, both of them sprouting from seeds that found their own way to that location. My kind of tree!

My wife’s dad, Joe Dupuis, had a very pretty pink rose. A cutting from it that he rooted for her is in the “Rock Garden” area as well. Then in July 2021, for our 38th wedding anniversary, I bought a rose for Phyllis. It is also growing in the “Rock Garden”. It should be very pretty this summer if the Deer let it alone. They like to “prune” it.[1]


One “flower” that Mom chose to plant in her Rock Garden was a bit unusual – at least I think so. One day I came home to Drumyngham and noticed a bunch of pointed leaves growing on the ground. “What is that?” I asked Mom. “Oh, my Sisal!” she said. “One day it will cover this whole hill!” 

Its scientific name is Agave sisalana and it is a cash crop of Central America, among other places, grown mostly for the fibers found in its leaves, good for making rope. At the end of Summer, it sends up a long middle stalk covered in white blooms. After the blooms fall, seed pods remain. It just looks odd. When I walk past it, I feel like I’m in some desert, someplace.

That’s it to the left of Phyllis. She is trying out the new steps Philip and I installed for her as a 2021 Mother’s Day gift.  The tree to the right of Phyllis is a Volunteer Hickory. I call it that because it volunteered to grow there. As you can see, there is more than one Sisal now. Mom was right.

Dad did some planting too. Besides his fruit trees, grapes, and vegetables, he planted some lilacs. It seems that when a pear tree failed, he replaced it with a lilac. In a future post about my Park, we’ll have a look at some of his lilacs. Most of them are in the Park. We have three varieties, French (deep purple), light blue, and white. 

One Spring Day in 2001 or 2002, a fellow stopped by the house and asked Mom if he could cut some of the Lilac Blooms for his flower shop. They were quite beautiful that year. She said he could. He did. Although she didn’t ask for payment, he promised that he’d come back with a check to pay her for them. He didn’t. That was the last she saw of him. She’s still waiting for that check.

Maybe he should stop by in the Fall, next time. This past October, October 22, 2021 to be exact, I found this light Blue Lilac thinking it was time to bloom, again. So, it did, too early or too late. You be the judge. 

The Lilac isn’t the only one to be getting confused lately, either! This Apple Blossom appeared on September 10, 2019. I wonder if it felt lonely?

Those Lilacs sure take a beating from Mother Nature, but so far, they keep growing and blooming. They do get a leaf disease that covers their leaves with a white powder-like substance caused by Microsphaera syringae. And then there are the insects. This is a photo I took of a White Lilac giving of its bark and sap to a Giant Hornet, also called the European Hornet.  Hey, Hornet, that’s not helpful!

Dad also planted our Rhubarb patch. He brought the Rhubarb from the Fritzingertown farm. too. For most of my life that Rhubarb has been growing in that same spot beside the old chicken coop, giving us Rhubarb stems to munch on – made into a pie or just cut off and dipped in sugar. Yum!

Don’t eat the leaves, however. I’m told they do terrible things to your stomach. Now, as I am sure you recall, the chicken coop had to be torn down. Luckily, the guys who removed the coop, were able to work around the Rhubarb.

Not so much the guy who mows my lawn. I thought my lawn guy and I had an understanding that anything surrounded by rocks and so forth, was not to be cut. But, in his rush and desire to do a good job, he got carried away with his weed-whacker and, well, here is the result.

Each year, the plant has sprouted new leaves. I don’t see why they won’t do so again this Spring. As we all know, hope springs eternal!

Dad planted the Orchard, as well. I call it the Park now. Most of his apple, cherry, plum, pear, and peach trees are now gone; as are the Raspberry and Blackberry bushes. All replaced by evergreens and ornamentals Mom planted or are volunteers who’ve joined the cause all on their own. We’ll delve much deeper into the Park/Orchard in a future post.

We have all heard the phrase “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree”, I’m sure. In my case, I suppose that is true although they never said how rotten or good the apple may be. Anyway, I’ve added a few plants, along the way, too. I am not a “gardener”, however. I plant the thing and then wish it well. I figure that if it wants to grow, it’ll push out all the other bad guys. Afterall, that’s what Crab Grass does! In fact, in the grouping of photos below, there is some Crab-Grass in the picture on the left.

We also see some Black-Eyed Susans. I planted the Susans. The Crab Grass came by itself. There on the middle Susan in the far-left (not politically) photo is one of Susan’s friends, the Spur-throated Grasshopper (aka Migratory Grasshopper). He’s just hanging out with her. In the oval pic next in line is another Susan and another friend. This friend is the Black-Eyed Susan Inchworm or Eupithecia miserulata in the scientific world. This little worm (actually a caterpillar) will grow up to be a small, speckled moth. Why, here is one now! At least, I THINK that is the critter (Although it rarely happens, I have been wrong in my identifications in the past, sad to say). Anyway, Daisies and other disk flowers are the moth’s favorites. One wonders how the tiny moth can find them but it does! 

I presently have a part-time job working as an alternate operator for the Luzerne/Wyoming Counties Area Agency on Aging Active Adult Centers. I fill in when the regular operators can’t work. I was working in the Mountaintop AAC and one of the participants gifted me with a small Evening Primrose. So, I brought it home and planted it near the well house. I thought it died. However, the next year, there where I’d planted my gift, was a bunch of pretty yellow flowers, my Evening Primrose, had survived after all. And there it is in the final two photos in the above grouping.

In 2016 Phyllis and I celebrated our 33rd anniversary together. Of course, I was living in Maine at the time and she was in Maryland so we weren’t really together, well, you know what I mean. Anyway, I sent her this little blue Hydrangea.  It was a lovely surprise for her and I figured we could plant it later in Drumyngham. And that’s what we did. Then the deer came and “pruned” it quite severely – and every year since. It does increase in size each year, although it has yet to produce any blooms again. However, as I’ve said before, there is always next year! I mean, like the Mock Orange, there is always hope until it is dead! Right? And last I looked; it wasn’t dead -- yet!

 So far, we’ve had a look at the plants that were put here by one of us Drums. There were, of course, the plants that were here before we got here. Some of them have hung around, for better or worse, as well. Obviously, we can’t hit all of them. Even I don’t want to take things THAT far! However, there are some I’d like to note.  I’ll offer up another grouping and tell their stories as well. So, here come the volunteers! I’d call them the Green Dozen, but I only have 11 pics in the grouping. Darn.


#1 is Virginia Creeper. This is an insidious vine! At first, I thought “Oh how beautiful!” Green in the Spring and Summer, berries and red to orange leaves in the Fall. Beautiful! The photo shows one climbing up the barn behind the house. Then I went into the barn, upstairs, and found this vine growing across the floor, INSIDE!  It had pushed in between some boards and was filling the INSIDE. Worse than that, it was forcing those boards APART! IT WAS TEARING DOWN THE BARN. So, I tore the vine down. I tore it off the house, too, but I left it grow up what trees it wanted to grow up.

#2. Foxtail Grass. I like this grass. It forms a seed head that looks all the world like a fox’s tail, thus the name.

#3. One of my favorite woodland trees – Sassafras! I mean, even the NAME is fun!! It forms three leaf shapes: a normal leaf, a mitten shape, and a three fingered glove shape. Green in the Summer. Chew on a leaf and you get a WONDERFUL flavor. The wood has a lovely aroma. Boil the roots to make Root Beer (there’s more to it than that, of course). I mean what’s there not to like about this tree that turns ORANGE in the Fall!??

#4. Wild Violets growing in the lawn. Makes me think of my mom every time I see them!

#5. Queen Anne’s Lace. Also known as Wild Carrot. Here we see some cupping snow on a beautiful winter day.

#6. Wild Strawberry. The Wild Turkeys go nuts for these wild strawberries.

#7. Goldenrod. Turns the Fall golden, and the Honey Bees LOVE it!

#8. Raspberry. Berries in the Summer, Orange and Red leaves in the Fall. The only problem with this fellow is that it has thorns. Ouch!

#9. This is a VOLUNTEER PEACH TREE! We toss our bio-degradable refuse on a pile we call the Compost Pile. This tree grew up from a discarded Peach Pit tossed on that pile. A few Apple Trees did likewise (from apple seeds, of course). I finally had to start a new Compost Pile!

#10. This pretty little flower is called Knapweed. I’m told it is invasive. It is still pretty!

#11. And who could not love POISON IVY!? (me, for one). Funny thing is, it hardly bothers me. My mom, however, yikes, did she ever suffer from it! She claimed all she had to do was walk NEAR it and she’d break out in an itchy, oozy rash. Its leaves turn a lovely shade of red in the fall. It grows anywhere one allows it to grow. It is truly a problem.

Of course, one realizes that plants don’t always come in green. Sometimes they come in, well, beige or, you know, NOT green! If they are small, folks call them mushrooms. If they are large, they are called Toadstools. Truth be told, I’ve never actually seen a toad sitting on a toadstool but I didn’t name the things either. Non-flowering plants (mushrooms, fungi, etc.) are beautiful in their own way and just as welcome around Drumyngham as green plants!

Oddly enough, I I have a “favorite” non-flowering plant, too. The Puff Ball! What fun those are! Step on one and the air is suddenly filled with a grey/brown powder. Wonderful (cough, cough)!!

I’ll end this salad-survey of the plants of Drumyngham with one of the only two house-plants growing presently inside Drumyngham (the other is an Aloe). Phyllis and I call this little house plant, “Mrs. Cates”. Mrs. Cates has been with us since it was first presented to us in 1999. We were living in Bangor, Maine at the time. We’d moved to Maine in 1993 so I could become a member of the UMaine State 4-H staff. I was responsible for statewide 4‑H programs and Maine 4-H participation in out-of-state programs. We lived on Pearl Street and our next-door neighbors were Lee and Nancy Cates. Lee was retired and Nancy worked at Eastern Maine Medical Center. Nancy was the FIRST person to visit Philip after his birth in 1995. She took a moment from her work duties and found Phyllis’s room just to welcome Philip the day he was born (maybe it was the next day, I can’t remember, but she was the first.). In 1999, I was offered a new position, National Coordinator of the USDA/USAF Youth Collaboration Project. The project’s goal was to establish 4-H programs on nine Air Force bases across the country through a collaborative effort between youth serving Air Force staff and the 4-H staff of the county where the bases were located, to prove it could be done (some said it was not possible to program collaboratively between civil and military personnel).  

To take the position, however, meant leaving Maine and UMaine employment and moving to Virginia where I’d become an employee of Virginia Tech.

The Cates, especially Nancy, although happy I had been asked to take on a roll such as this, were very disappointed we were leaving. On our last day in Maine, Mrs. Cates gave us a small Cyclamen as a remembrance/going away gift.

Phyllis is not a great indoor gardener and my record is spotty at best, myself! However, we accepted the plant and said we’d do our best to take good care of it. Because Nancy gave it to us, we called it “Mrs. Cates”.

Mrs. Cates lived with us in Virginia until we moved to Maryland in 2002. Mrs. Cates stayed with us all the time we were in Maryland, 2002-2017 – meaning Phyllis cared for it while I was in Maine again from 2015-2017. She made me bring it to Drumyngham in 2017, telling me it was a great relief to have me be responsible for Mrs. Cates again! Mrs. Cates loved the location we had her in while in Maryland, but I think she had to get used to the spot I chose in Drumyngham. Sometimes in the Summer that spot gets a bit too much sun and she doesn’t seem to like that as much. However, she bounced back nicely once the summer sun stopped blazing down on her through the glass window pane.

Mrs. Cates has always been in the little green plastic pot she was in when Nancy gave her to us. The only care Nancy suggested was to keep her moist and to not water her directly but to sit her in a bowl and pour the water there so Mrs. Cates could get the water through the holes in the bottom of her pot. The only fertilizer she has ever been given are her own blooms and leaves once they die. I lay them on top of her soil. By the way, her blooms emit a wonderful citrusy scent that is quite enchanting. 

Now, according to the web site I linked above about these plants, they are known as “throw-away” plants because they are not expected to live past their first bloom. Twenty-two years and counting later tells me the web page writers need to double check their data! Nothing lives forever, but Mrs. Cates has done pretty well so far under very poor care by us! As long as Mrs. Cates stays green, I’ll keep giving her water, for sure!!   

She isn’t her usually spot in the photo. I put her here for the photo. Usually, she sits in the window to the left. This photo was taken January 25, 2022.

If you are still reading at this point, I suppose you’ll find it to be a reLEAF when I say, that’s it for this post! Sometimes I can’t see the forest for the trees, but I know when I’ve drifted into the high weeds and that seems to be case here. So, enough with the Flora of Drumyngham, already! Ok, I promise I’ll do one more Flora post this fall as a Contemporary History, offering photos of the plants that did not get discussed with pictures above.

Until then, we’ll move on to greener pastures, or, in this case, an orchard that became a park.

 


[1] As you can see, I am not a gardener. What grows, grows, fending for itself. If it fails to fend, it doesn’t grow. It’s a sort-of life lesson taught by the school of hard knocks. Plants like Dock and Ragweed and Crab Grass all grow just fine without any human help. So, stop stressing over what doesn’t grow; find beauty in the weeds, if that’s all that will grow!