Saturday, 11 March 2023
“Green, white accents.” That’s what I’d entitle this lovely front garden. The distant chairs look like blobs here; in person, they looked like they had the potential to be mildly comfortable. Pour me a martini!
Friday, 10 March 2023
There’s nothing original about a three-photo progression. Nevertheless, it can tug at the heart-strings.
So, there’s a bud, and a partly open flower.
And here are several open blooms.
These aren’t from the same bushes, but, duh, they’re all azaleas. And, I was out in the morning after the rain stopped. If I’d been out in the afternoon, the photos would show sunshine.
My favorite bit is the “hat” cap on the bud in the first photo (partly edited out of the image…sorry).
Thursday, 9 March 2023
In the passage of spring, we’re shifting from the bulbs to the fruit tree blooms.
Wednesday, 8 March 2023
Silverbell. Can’t figure out which one.
Neighbor’s “old car.” I grew up with a neighbor down the road who had many old cars, but they were much older than this one; his were Model T’s and that era.
Tuesday, 7 March 2023
Lots to see here. First, the bloom and the foliage do not go together. A jasmine blossom fell strategically off a vine far above this green-whatever. Also, there are many insects. Are the white ones aphids? I dunno.
Sunday, 5 March 2023
For a time, I kept track of this lot. The last time I posted a photo of it, if I remember correctly, workers were finishing the two floors below the (former) ground surface, which appeared to both be parking levels. Now, the apartments far above are being finished, and I’m sure the builders are more than ready to have inhabitants move in, and to start working down their debt load. Or perhaps I’m projecting.
The title refers to the increased pressure on nearby roads and sidewalks and businesses by the new residents of this multistory building, which used to be a one-story artist studio and apartment structure. Sooooo many more residents to come….
Saturday, 4 March 2023
We had one of those gorgeous days that sometimes follow awful storms. In this case, the storm wasn’t that awful…in our neighborhood. Clear, however, is, whew, lovely. Note the tiny leaves emanating green-ness on the tree to the left. [I’m glorying in the Time of the Redbud Buds; see tree to the right.]
Friday, 3 March 2023
We waited and waited for today’s excitement. Wind blasted us before the front came through with rain, wind and more wind. This was the height of it at 5:22pm. We are glad the excitement has left us with merely regular Friday evening delights. [Probably the fifth White Lotus of season one.]
Thursday, 2 March 2023
This is the most arty pollen-rimmed ex-puddle I saw today.
Rather like marbled endpaper.
