Changing times
Friday, 8 February 2019
Temps only in the 50s today—solid 50s, but still 50s. Nothing like yesterday. Whew!
Plants are confused…the red camellia is expected, but this is early for the cherry/plums, whatever is in the first photo.
Musings
Record breaking
Thursday, 7 February 2019
Historical high this day: 72°F. Predicted high: 77°F. Actual high: 81°F.
Probably don’t need flannel sheets and down duvet to sleep warmly tonight. 😉
Flower drive
Wednesday, 6 February 2019
In flower terms, we drove from variegated camellia…
…to flowering quince. We did not use flower power to get us from there to here, only the usual petroleum product.
Semi-random pretties
Tuesday, 5 February 2019
We wandered a place we’ve visited before, but long enough ago that many changes have transformed it.
The river has been cleared of trash and…
new footbridges built.
Restaurants, often with some outdoor seating, are where none were before.
Later, we passed this leetle test. A sniff test?
Anyway, super-good times!
Short cuts
Monday, 4 February 2019
You’ve heard of “Where’s Waldo.” This is Waldo. This is Waldo’s downtown tavern. This is where you get a brewski and a bologna sandwich.
This is winter-fallow Ohio. Note snow persists only in the shade; however, more serious winter is coming.
Teasel silhouette.
Massive mountain road cut. Ice scabs on Mother Earth.
Mezze trio. Left to right: Lebanese hummus, Syrian muhamarra, and smoked eggplant zaalouk. My first time eating the latter. Yum, however my favorite of these three is the muhamarra.
(Winter warm) = wet + fog
Sunday, 3 February 2019
Here’s the road in the swamp. It was snow-pack two days ago. It was melty-melty in the above-freezing temps as we left our favorite northern outpost.
All the warmth and melting means a load of moisture in the air, which today translated as fog. Heavy fog. The Bridge support just loomed above us, rather indistinct. Soooo glad it wasn’t windy!
We played road tag with this vehicle for several dozen miles. I laughed at the tag and I think the Guru momentarily lusted for the blade. The other day I discovered he may slightly more intensely lust for a blinking light to put atop the cab, as a minority of plow-fronted pickups have for increased safety/visibility as they are plowing.
Vortex unspools
Saturday, 2 February 2019
Ahhhhh, the melt begins.
However, there’s plenty of wind-sculpted snow, with drifts on the shady side of the roads, plenty to last until spring. I’m jess-sayin, this thaw won’t last.
Also, I wanted to honor these two brave brookies who provided our sustenance this evening. Canadian fish tacos. Yum. Yum. And yum.
Short walk*
Friday, 1 February 2019
Pileated trying to get through the frozen, leathery apple skin.
Pheasant?…making tracks.
Mailbox with organic buddy….
* Short because polar vortex windiness.