Saturday, 4 November 2023
The penchant for street names to include Peachtree in Atlanta is well-known. There are also assorted watercourses with Peachtree in the name. This is the South Fork of Peachtree Creek. View to north (ish).
And this is a wee tributary of the above, name unknown to me. South Fork of the South Fork, perhaps?
Wednesday, 1 November 2023
Leaf dunes? Alignments, anyway…why? So…unexpected.
Actually, I know part of why. The homeowner has laid a fine mesh fabric across the lawn, I assume to catch the leaves and acorns, to keep them from embedding in the grass and to make them easier to remove. Or?
Sunday, 29 October 2023
Meet creeping jenny, sometimes called moneywort for the leaf shape. I/we paid a landscaper to put it in our yard; now I discover it’s an invasive species (native to Europe; spreads especially easily in moist soils).
The country’s largest food company is PepsiCo; it owns Rice-A-Roni, Sabra, Rold Gold, Doritos, Gatorade, and Quaker Oats.
That’s from Daniel Immerwahr’s “Beyond the Myth of Rural America,” in the 16 October issue of The New Yorker.
I say that PepsiCo is equivalent to an invasive species in our USA and global food systems.
Friday, 27 October 2023
How did I pick a picture with such story-imagining potential and not post it?
As to the story…short version…christening or elderly birthday?
Thursday, 26 October 2023
We went to the park to stroll in the lovely sunshine, and discovered preparations underway to host a music-fest over the weekend. We saw many food trailers and whole zones of porta-potties, and two stages being assembled. This is the north one.
This was the main ingredient in the pile behind the mini-donut truck. Note that the open kettle recipe requires more water than automatic equipment. I cannot figure out why.
Wednesday, 11 October 2023
I did a huge inhale and gloried in the scent of the few blooms on this persistent specimen as an antidote to my deep confusion over the escalating horrible mess in the Levant.
Saturday, 7 October 2023
Stunned bee on redolent ginger lily.
Shoes on high, too high to smell.
Sun-dried autumnal fennel blooms. No scent; too desiccated.
Thursday, 5 October 2023
I hadn’t seen this update before. I love the steps-then-dance addition to the hopscotch grid.
I also updated my phone and watch. Now, two of the most common things I do on my watch each take an additional step/tap. You can imagine how thrilled I am (NOT).
Wednesday, 4 October 2023
I propose that this is an excellent example of Halloween yard-decoration angst.
Saturday, 30 September 2023
Before the day’s Main Event, we took a wander to see the most prominent local topographic situation—the confluence of the Missouri and Mississippi Rivers. Here on the south/west bank, there are few driving access points because it’s a gigantic floodplain, very flat and marshy until it was drained. Here’s the Mississippi just below the confluence.
And here’s the Missouri just above the confluence. We had (and you have) to imagine the roily meeting of the flows from the two huge drainages.
Here’s the focal point for the Main Event religious rites. We all enjoyed the tone the Lady Rabbi took combining the necessary Hebrew with English explanations. Lovely and moving. One point she made was that we change and marriages change and we find ways to do that changing together—I thought that was wise and rarely mentioned.
After the ceremony we adjourned upstairs for cocktails and tasty appetizers, and the sunset gave us all a lovely glow. Soon, we went downstairs for a fabulous sit-down dinner. Then the third band, the dance band, got going, and so did the crowd. The most unusual and best thought-out-gift was, tadah, flip-flops for those who wanted to shed their fancy shoes and really dance. Boy, did we dance. I think the Proud Mary lasted almost fifteen glorious minutes. Woohoo!
Fun wedding, great couple, lovely sentiments, and and and.