Blooms galore at the T. C. Steele Historic site

This is the entry for this T.C. Steele State Historic site.




I do not know what this is--is this a snowball bush? Mom had one but I don't remember it ever having any hint of color. I really can't remember much about it...it was not a favorite of mine. However I loved this shown here...it was at the T. C. Steele State Historic site. Steele was an American impressionist painter who was born in Owen County, Indiana on a farm in 1847 and passed away at this historic site in 1926.

I had heard the name before today, though I don't know where. It just had that familiar sound. So how did we arrive at this place? We were going for a drive to what is commonly called Little Nashville, or for real Nashville, Indiana. I was hoping for a nice leisurely drive, but everyone was in a hurry...it is a two lane road a big part of the way. I seen a sign saying something about T. C. Steel State Historic something or other...I told Roger to take it.

We eventually came to the entrance shown in the top photo. Who could resist entering through that? T.C. Steele and his second wife bought this 200+acre farm...today it has their original home, his studio, their guest cottage, and her flower gardens. I am sort of upset with myself. The house--I did not get a picture of the house...and the house had a name....it is called The House of the Singing Winds. Now tell me how I did not get a picture of it with a name like that? So I foresee another trip down there.

And I will probably post a few more pictures from there tomorrow. It was just such an awesome thing to stumble on...

Sky Watch

These are scenes from the Wednesday drive. They were taken in the order shown here.
Even though it doesn't look like it, the sun was actually shining a big part of the drive.
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From today...

We had to run to Terre Haute today, so on the way home we took a little detour. We were places that we didn't know where we were. Oh, we knew we were in Illinois or Indiana, but to honestly be able to say go here and turn right and go so and so and turn right again--no, we didn't know that. We did know if we headed east that we would eventually come to a road we recognized. Thank God the sun was still shining to tell directions by, though I do have a compass in the car for just such times.
The above is the first picture that I took...while my eyes were riveted on it, my husband was looking elsewhere. He asked what this was....
I told him I thought it was what my daddy used to call Wahoo...I seen it on another blog a bit back and got to looking for it on the web and found that it is also called the strawberry bush.
I can remember the first time I ever seen it when I was probably 10 years old or so...I thought it such a different type of bush. It was a little bit farther along than this...
I know I broke off some and sped home with it to show my mom and dad.
I must say that I still think it a pretty neat bush!