Archive for March, 2018

Unfiltered (menu)

Blonde food

We had a blonde dinner. Before roasting, it was exceedingly beige. Know that we had big green salad with sliced tomatoes, too—so color there.

“I’m guessing flower pictures”

Iris small pale

The Guru can read me like a book.

Azalea flaming fancy

Of course, he had a hint; we went to the BotGarden today.

Gone pollen

Azalea max

The last two days all these blossoms have been open. I keep catching the white out of the corner of my eye walking through the house, and it is so white and complete, my brain keeps identifying it momentarily as snow.

Nope.

And now it’s raining, and the blossoms will be all droopy tomorrow. And the car no longer will have a yellow cast from the pine pollen (for about two hours, maybe a bit longer).

One and two

Chalk activity area

One activity area. Chalk project by a pre-alphabet kid…my hypothesis.

Yellow dandy

One large, fine, dandelion. If this is Taraxacum officinale, it’s a European import—and it probably is. And it’s an invasive species across North America, no?

Yellow tulip

Another Old World species, and another fine yellow specimen. Definitely not “gone wild” here, just “garden variety wild.” Heh.

Beyond blooms

Deciduous magnolia bloom

The botanist avoided magnolias for our yard (no super-protected place, as we were at the northern limit of their cold-tolerance)…but I remember one in town that our bus route went by, and I’d watch it through the spring. Love deciduous magnolias!

Dense dogwood blooms

What’s this about a new human organ? How many centuries have people been doing research and surgery? Personally, I’m loving my interstitium*! Embracing my inner self!

* Spell-check currently does not know this word…. [Great irony and a small measure of sarcasm.]

Moderate success

Redbud blooms down

I always struggle to get a nice photo of redbud blooms. This time I went for the downers.

Minutia

Azalea hot pink

I got distracted into photo metadata and learned a smidge about big-endian (and its opposite little-endian—duh; collectively: endianness), and their distant “friend” circle of confusion.

I think I have spent some time in a circle of confusion, but today I just felt like that was a distant memory.

Personal mysteries

UnID purple stalks

My first mystery: what is this flower called? I don’t ever remember an ID on it…. Kinda like a stalk of violets…which seems impossible.

My other mystery: pemmican. I read about a buffalo jump (stone walls for driving bison to a cliff, where they’d fall and be butchered) near Cut Bank, Montana…which we remember for the giant penguin statue (yeah, Goo it!). The archaeologists concluded that the folks processed the carcasses for several special items, including bone grease. For pemmican.

Just how many paleo-diet freaks today make bone grease? An almost lost art?

The pemmican brings up one of those repeating topics I think about…how folks preserve food so it doesn’t spoil and yet remains tasty (or a version of tasty). A culture’s food specialties are in two categories that smear together. One is the food served on a given day. The other is the way fresh foods are preserved, for example: wine, cheese, dried meat, pickled eggs, sauerkraut/kimchee, salted fish/meat, soy sauce…that kind of thing. Cannot require canning (for example) to preserve…. The cuisine then can use both preserved foods and fresh foods together….

Anyway.

Of architecture and horticulture (briefly)

Louvre down pyr mini

I was quite flattered today when the Guru asked me for a France picture I had taken, then turned into a good desktop background. Good to me is dark, so the icons show up. The photo is an asymmetrical shot of the down-pyramid at the Louvre, heavily tweaked.

Shrub name we dont say

And this is a shrub I bought so long ago I have forgotten its name. Turns out that it thrives with spent coffee grounds dumped on its roots, and little additional horticultural attention.

Morning light

Light dark

I’ve been thinking about the daylight times…not so much the time change, but my inner sense of the rhythm of light, night, and the transition between.

Light wall

Certainly, the daylight arrival portion of the day is different than it was in Paris*. I notice that it’s dark later and burrow into the warm covers and drowse a bit before getting up to make coffee. I’m a slacker!

France’s seasonal time change isn’t until the end of the month, if I have it right.