Musings

I rolled out trying to beat the heat…not possible, but earlier is less humid-dramatic. Car hood had proof that we got some precipitation overnight, but the street was mostly dry.

On up the hill and around the corner, the street between trees was damp, so variable rainfall. Homeowners had a one-car garage replaced with this two-“seater” (!). I fail to grasp the philosophy behind the lone sentinel landscaping. Anybody?

Okay, I gotta give you a Thursday flower—this delicate spike. What a color!

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Somehow this flower is two, one embedded in the other. New “model” to me!

Someone’s sod project seems like only a marginal success…surprising since we’ve had plenty of rain lately. Perhaps the grass looks afflicted because the sod was flopped down on compacted soil?

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Rain last night loaded down the flexible branches of this crepe myrtle.

The Mercedes wasn’t under low-hanging boughs, yet it did collect leaf-bits.

A Treasure Truck is good at attracting attention based on name alone. I hear you have to sign up for a steady diet of emails from AMMMMMazoNNNNN to find out what the deals are and where the truck will be. On balance, I’d prefer similar info on food trucks.

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Not far from the house I helloed with a fellow who was walking his dog. I don’t remember him or the dog, so perhaps we haven’t crossed paths before. He smelled strongly of patchouli and the dog was something like a black standard poodle. I kept going and turned the corner, and finally the patchouli scent faded.

Later, I walked in the street past a parked pickup, windows closed, as no sidewalks on that street; I couldn’t tell for sure, but wondered if it had been there all night. I caught the scent of pipe tobacco, or the sweet tobacco smell some of it has, as I passed the driver’s door. But only near the door.

My question: do smells linger longer in super-humid air?

If I had to do captions, I’d start with something along the lines of “backlit redbud leaves,” “rampant polebeans (auto-correct changed that to plebeians, harhar),” and non-chemical weed-killer (except it is made from petroleum chemicals, I recall).

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Showing once again that regular plywood is not durable in outdoor situations.

Showing that oak leaves can get beat up by MaNaychur.

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“Producto local” in Spanish means what you might guess in English. The basil is from our front yard/garden plants, and the pesto I made from these leaves was superb (and tasteeeee!).

These are Georgia peaches, albeit from the groc-store and not our property. We are so lucky to have the final droplets of last year’s maple syrup from our neighbors’ in northern Michigan (no-Mich?) to add to the peaches, and a new 2019 ration to turn to when those droplets are consumed.

We are living large, and very lucky.

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Left on my walk passing this, and went down the street to check out the “work.” Found two trucks, several workmen, and could not figure out what system they were working on…didn’t appear to be water, sewer, or electric, suggesting it was fibroids…ehem, that is fiber….

We’ve been watching these apartments, mostly inhabited by Latino families, wondering when they would disappear to be replaced by high-dollar structures…this is the only one that looks like it’s being disassembled (perhaps 16 units); however, the rest can’t be far behind. And neighborhood diversity declines….

Here’s a one-house project. I don’t usually come by here, and don’t know if this house was recently sold, but it sure appears that someone does not want a dense hedge out front. BIG change!

Okay, today’s pretty is crepe myrtle. I could have had some Athenian gardenias, but you’ll have to imagine them.

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This whole spike was festooned with gorgeous, huge blooms. Whatta rush to see it!

Although you can’t tell, these were small, I assume miniature, marigolds. That WikiPee says the name refers to the Virgin Mary. Of course, in Mexico they are grown for, among other things, chicken feed (to make skin and yokes more gold/yellow).

No flower here, as headline suggests—mudpuddle reflection instead. The white blob-ettes are bubble-clusters…pure urban natural world.

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I set off on my walk, and soon was wondering what theme I’d come up with for my walk-pictures.

I thought fence/ivy…and then I found fence/azalea…yay! I thought…then I realized even at two, they had become boring already.

And…I found yellow door…and, aha, new direction to the pattern.

But, no other architectural details…only a shadow in the playground. Still not terribly rewarding.

So, finally, here’s a flower spike on, well, I know it as butterfly bush. Perhaps.

* Progression is not progress.

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Lily bloom and bud.

Redbud pods; it’s in the legume family.

Bicolor hydrangea bloom; mixed pH.

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