In late September, I visited my mother and stepfather and took a few photos of their piece of heaven.
Long ago when my mother and stepfather moved to this piece of land, they created a name for the property that combined parts of their names, Loral Acres. Living here for over 30 years, they have made many changes from creating perennial beds and vegetable gardens to selling off pieces of the land to reduce the workload to creating new vegetable and herb gardens.
Okra blooms abound...
My mother loves flowers, and plants them all around the house.
Her Oakleaf hydrangea is very large with a plethora of blooms. Even in their dried state, they offer a lace-textured complement to the leaves.
The pyracanthas flank the side of the house with lots and lots of berries.
Ice plants are in pots and other containers.
At one point during their residence on this land, they had a very small chapel built on the property. A cypress vine climbs the side of the door.
A screened-in porch sits among the trees as a secluded place to read or nap.
The property is filled with blooms and special spots.
One evening while I was visiting, the sky gave us the most interesting and beautiful display.
Loral Acres is a very quiet and peaceful place, where no cars or trains can be heard. In the distance, there is the sound of mooing cows, crowing roosters, and singing songbirds. I can see why my mother loves this place.
©Michelle A. Potter