Musings

We have all the wee colored lights on for this long night. Not so complex-long as in eastern Ukraine, for example, or cold-long as in the area under the Arctic Blast.

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Reaching back to August for the shot from the UP. Only about a quarter of our light string still illuminates. When the electricity is on. Which it is not right now. Note moon.

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Turns out it is grass germination season. I suspect it won’t last. Beginning this weekend we’re to have lows in the teens and as low as 10. Not growing weather for plants.

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From this house we don’t have a good view of the low-light parts of the day (faves for me), but this morning I caught a nice view of the light-graduation-transition (cropped out of this shot), ornamented by a waning crescent moon.

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Every once in a while I congratulate myself, very privately, on coming up with a mildly clever title for a blog photo. I called this one “lawn_jockeys.” These plants, whatever they are, are robust these days in neighborhood lawns, while simultaneously the grass is thin and de-energized. Perhaps the name only kinda makes sense.

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This volunteer redbud, which needs to be removed yet hasn’t gone to the compost pile, is holding one last, and very colorful, leaf. Inspiring?

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After a long series of murky days, having a sunny, pleasant day meant I was sure I could tell our day-length has increased since the shortest day…was it? Which day? Only the shortest day is ahead of us—it’s the 21st. Next week! Hah.

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This is the sky I was looking at three years ago, on 14 Dec 2019, somewhere north of Albuquerque. Little did we know what was coming that winter.

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One lovely thing about being in Atlanta in December (and January and February)*—camellias in bloom.

* Says the gal who grew up in the Great Lake State.

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I didn’t pay close attention to the weather prediction this morning, and got the impression that we’d have off-and-on rainy weather. Turns out that this afternoon was to be—and was—lovely. Next lovely time will usher in the weekend.

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