Thursday, 21 May 2009
I really like rhubarb sauce. We pulled the leaf-stalks today, and The Botanist trimmed the leaves directly into the wheelbarrow, for easy return to the garden, to begin the process of recycling their nutrients back into the soil, and the plants it will support. A tidy system (but not a closed one).
Wednesday, 20 May 2009
Or maybe that’s true. Anyway, this is surely a white fish. And perhaps that’s all! (Yeah, I know I shouldn’t carp on this! hahaha)
Tuesday, 19 May 2009
Cleverly, I have managed to find lilacs abloom—which they don’t readily do in ATL.
Monday, 18 May 2009
Sometimes you just see people and their vehicles in traffic, and you have to make up the whole backstory to go with them. Sometimes you have a little more info, like an insight from bumper stickers. Here, we had the Harley jacket, the bike itself, the anti-helmet headgear, and, in the next block after this red light, he turned into a Buffalo Wings bar.
What we have to guess is whether it was a long or short night.
Sunday, 17 May 2009
Yesterday, I mentioned that the rain came after the ArchaeoBus unveiling. Pouring rain, I believe they call it.
Today’s theme: keep moving, keep checking chores off the list. That kind of thing.
Saturday, 16 May 2009
We capped a long day of substantive presentations with The Unveiling Ceremony! The ArchaeoBus apparently has good vibes, since the rain held off until after the festivities….
Friday, 15 May 2009
Drove across the piedmont north-south (that is, I-75 Atlanta<>Macon) today and can report: 1) the roadside grasses etc. are still lush and green (unlike the last few years); and, 2) local rain cells make for a gorgeous sky!
Thursday, 14 May 2009
Well, maybe not love, but I do really like browsing the aisles of our county library branch….
Perhaps, it’s just that libraries are essentially sacred places to me….
My kid-visits to the library always seemed like out-of-body experiences. Our library was in an older building,* perhaps 50-60 years old at the time (so not so old, just older than my home, school), and it had a specific smell, not musty, not unpleasant, just distinct. Sounds were different there, muted, although it had a tile floor that echoed footsteps beneath a high ceiling in the main rooms. And we got to take books home…where they had a special shelf, I guess so Mom could keep track of them….
* A bit of Google-action suggests the building in my memory is still standing and still the town library.
Wednesday, 13 May 2009
As I began to compose this, my mental landscape was dominated by the word perspective. Of course, I googled it—and discovered the many aspects of the word that Google has separate pages for—here.
The picture obviously illustrates the graphical/pictoral version…. However, I think I was pondering something closer to the cognitive version, or perhaps the wisdom or accumulated knowledge, well, perspective….
And there ya go, we’ve come full circle….
Cool thing—we watched a single swallow repeatedly fly by and swoop to dip into the surface of the pool. Barn swallow perhaps (although no response to birdcall emanating from iPhone)? Enamored of Michael Phelps?
Tuesday, 12 May 2009
Perfect evening for watching the sun set out by the pool…and then the ’skeeters came out, so we decamped to the balcony, and the sunset extended for hours.
Thanks, M!