Wednesday, 5 June 2019
I’ve been tweaking photos in Photos, and lately I’ve been thinking that the colors get boosted they didn’t using the same strategies I’ve always used. Pretty, yes, but a bit hyper-real.
Golden-yellow flowers; don’t know the name.
Someone’s ready for the D-day anniversary tomorrow…seventy-five years ago. I know where I was that day: nowhere.
Tuesday, 4 June 2019
Blue pH. Not the same as a PhD.
Stunning purple clematis.
I call this (lower right) a lawn roomba. It was active/scurrying; I don’t know about the mowing quality.
A century ago: women got the right to vote in good ol’ USA. Mostly white women, I’m pretty sure, and probably not everywhere initially, truth be told.
Monday, 3 June 2019
Little bit of precipitation last night…wowzer, these (redbud) leaves look mid- to late-summer.
I don’t think this means the bus tumbles. I hope.
We missed Summerfest in the neighborhood this weekend. Not sure what these are but my guess is they were to catch wastewater (like from sinks in food trucks).
First big basil harvest here in the ATL. Also have Thai basil for some Thai curry—wonderful eats this week!
Saturday, 1 June 2019
I hoped the apple buds would open, but no, too cool a spring for them to open in May.
Tulips and forget-me-nots, on the other hand: stunning. Thank you, dear gardening neighbors.
On the road we encountered a long military convoy. They were moving an assortment of vehicles, about half in OD champ and half in desert beige. However, the vehicular theme of the day, of all our long miles, was Equinoxi. Is that the plural of Equinox? I’d guess that one of every eight or so vehicles was an Equinox. Go Chevy.
No, I definitely do not covet one.
I can’t remember the last time I saw tent caterpillars. Do I spend too much time in the city? Do they avoid the Sunny South? …Answers I do not have.
Then, as we crossed into Ohio, we drove into rain. Heavy rain. And more rain. Later with a few hail balls, bam bam. And when we drove out of the precip, within two minutes, we were driving on dry roads. Funny. But the truck is less muddy and decorated with fewer insect bodies. Sunset: a normal orange with a few clouds.
And a happy good night!
Sunday, 26 May 2019
We ate lunch with the breeze getting too friendly, and the gulls thinking about it, but fortunately keeping sufficient distance that we did not have to actively fend them off.
Then we shifted locales and sat beach-side and watched for freighters, also noting a pair of mergansers that came by three times that I counted. This freighter is upbound, meaning headed into Lake Superior. BTW, that land past it is a foreign country populated by many very nice people.
We stayed by the beach until the wind kicked up and the sun’s strength diminished. Later, as the rays approached horizontal, they eventually lit the forest floor. Sweet!
Did I say we told stories and laughed and had a grand time? We sure did.
Sunday, 19 May 2019
So, after yesterday’s main event—the wedding!—the multi-talented bride’s mom made (home·made!*) biscuits and a cheese grits casserole for brunch for drop-in morning-after-the-wedding guests.
Not to be confused with a restaurant with that name. Extra point if you know the name of that dot-in-the-middle-of-the-line character….
Thursday, 16 May 2019
I looked at this when I took it, and thought it’s that blue-pink pH thing. Then I thought hmmmm what’s pH stand for? I had college chemistry, so, geeze I should have been told this/read it. Okay, WikiPee, what’s it stand for? Turns out there’s no clear answer. Guess that’s why I don’t remember!
Chalk cat. Not to be confused with a hill figure (Brit.).
Wednesday, 15 May 2019
I do love ferns. So delicate.
A fellow was unloading a Sysco truck…is it true that every restaurant needs split box products? Popotes I understand—those are drinking straws in Mexican Spanish, a corruption of the Nahuatl/Aztec word for the plant stem used to make sweeping-brooms.
Realized I didn’t know the Spanish for fern—heh; turns out it’s helecho.
Thursday, 9 May 2019
Neighbor hydrangea. Just opening.
Redbud leaves. Full term.
This good-and-evil statue replica looks like a tired farmworker. Not a party animal. Or an after-party attendee.
