So, late yesterday here in Atlanta we had a (localized) apocalyptic fire. Then, in the lantern hours we suffered a big rain and wind storm .
The fire—no human casualties, but I just heard law enforcement made arrests after the evening news—firebugs. And the storm, we weathered it (teehee).
It knocked back the pollen for a few hours…. [This was before the storm….]
The early azaleas are fading. Our foundation plantings are going great guns (minus the ones that the cold nights killed).
Most of the daffy are fading, too. It’s nearing the end of their 2017 season.
Plenty of other flowers taking up the slack….
I keep forgetting to mention that when we were at BHFM the other day, we saw a man in line to check out, leaning on his forearms on the handle of his grocery cart. And standing on the handle, looking forward, a large parrot. Large. Parrot. Yup.
The trees are popping. We’re amidst blooming dogwood days. But this isn’t a dogwood.
Loving the purple veining…in this flower—I’ll pass on the same effect on my skin.
An hour and a half before, only two of these blooms were open. Time…changes…so very much.
Even dandelions, aka Taraxacum spp.
These vegetal gems were labeled “junior bok choy.” Turns out that this is a vegetal vendor category; the store I was in didn’t make it up. I would have called them mini bok choy, or perhaps age-challenged bok choy. Nah.
Anyway, quite tasty in the corruption of stir-fry we had on Saturday night, and tonight, too. (Skipped a night, there.) If WikiPee is correct, bok choy (a phrase that makes my spell-check blotto even though it’s in my standard digital dictionary) is a subspecies of Brassica rapa L., along with bomdong (put on your Korean hat?), napa cabbage (from a Japanese term, not the valley in Cali), and turnip.
When I first saw this strange Brit hugging-critter statue, I thought: frogs. Now, studying the photo I made (yeah, I was distracted by the act of taking it), I see that it’s lizards, iguanas, something like that.
Like many groc stores, the Buford Highway Farmers Market (without a single farmer in sight) puts flowers right by the front door. I think these MUST be dyed.
These, no. This is “their” color.
Sardines. No can.
Marinated apples. I wondered what the marinade was. Sugary and sweet? Sharp and vinegary? Wine?
Maybe next time I’ll buy one and see. They are in what I call the Eastern European section, but I may have my geography wrong. The Cyrillic script kinda gives it away.
Here’s more detail than I’ve ever recorded before of the body and lower prongs of a columbine bloom. I have learned there are little sparkles. I am happy to have more sparkles in my life.
Is this special for Lent? Rather strange to find it here in the ATL. Also unexpected that this Old World baked good is…New World flavored—pecan.
I couldn’t decide which order to present these photos. Which is another way of saying I couldn’t come up with a narrative.
So, I’ll play it safe. Weather.
We got through last night’s storm, wind and rain, but mostly just the front. I think it dissipated some before it got to our house. It raged in other neighborhoods. We were lucky.
Is this an unfolding peony? I’ll watch—more data….