Sunday, 5 May 2019
A particularly maroon Japanese maple, with some kind of (procumbent?) juniper, very (yellow) green.
A Virginia creeper climbing a brick wall. Different contrast in shapes, but still generally red/green.
Lots of action at the Gliderport. On the ground. Also, stay on runway to avoid mud.
No Chiitan sighting (watching John Oliver), not surprisingly.
Saturday, 27 April 2019
All my luck: I find the Best Category, and, gee, it’s empty. No “husband funny birthday” cards for me to choose from!
And over in reality-land, rotten snowbanks survive along the margins of the frog-pond in a ghost-town that has a gas-convenience store where we get a copy of the weekly newspaper and important odds-and-ends (but no Dunkers on this day).
We are safe and warm in our northern outpost, all systems online—yay! And the rodent body count/evidence—almost zero! Yay!
Tuesday, 23 April 2019
Let’s mix it up and begin with today’s flower: rosa blanca. And her rosa-blanca friends.
I believe this sign. I do not believe this tree. Looks darned deceased to me. Too bad.
Last week up the way there was sub-surface utility fixing going on. Interesting that they ran out of metal road plates; the one on the left is a double layer of plywood with a rope loop to control it.
Today, the subsurface work extended across the median—more plywood. And the clever fixit crews’ machinery effectively blocked the route of the garbage trucks, so our street remains lined with unemptied herbie-kerbies. Somehow the recycling truck made it through—I suspect running earlier than the garbage-vehicle. [I predict the tree on the left dies within a decade. Unfortunately.]
Oh, my, don’t we live in an ongoing play!
* This refers to a sign we saw in NC the other day at a roadside firewood place. Write your own play reflecting the phrase. Extra points for using “political economy” in the dialogue.
Thursday, 18 April 2019
For some in this country, it’s the ham holiday coming up. We cheated and had our ham last week (day after happy day).
Tonight we went the opposite direction: tofu veggie Thai curry. With a scatter of fresh cilantro and mint on top. Mmmmmm.
Wednesday, 17 April 2019
You might argue that these two offer…
…colors for a different holiday than the upcoming one. Still Christian, however.
Tuesday, 16 April 2019
Public art one: red bird, airborne.
White bird: tethered.
I like the red one better; seems “free”er and less contrived. My imagination, perhaps.
“License plate” on rental electric moped. The second letter…you’re meant to see “U” not “O.” I see the intent, but it’s an “O” to me. The rest is…tacky. At best.
Monday, 15 April 2019
The Île de la Cité will never be the same. The gargoyles are still coughing (I’m pretty sure).
Saturday, 13 April 2019
Rooting for Sattuhday night! Watching Atlanta United.
It’s a crazy mixed-up world.
Thursday, 11 April 2019
Ya gotta know that if we go to the BotGarden, we check out the Frog Baby and look for frogs in the pool. Yes, they’re back from winter break; there’s one eyeing a statue frog!
And we check out the Goddess. Still waiting for new plant-plugs. This poor fellow is working against the spring waterfall of plant detritus threatening to clog her pools. Keeps him employed!
Totally different pond/pool, and different story. Shape and color variation is pure eye-candy. Plant eye-candy, that is.
Okay; floral fun. I don’t know what this is, but I call it super-chive.
Brings a different meaning to the phrase “bird-watching.” [Bird spotted by the Guru.]
Tuesday, 9 April 2019
The parking payment-pods are still shrouded, and now the signs are gone; the posts are lone and unembellished (far right). I conclude: parking remains free!
Found this bloomer, and can’t quite remember the name…time to head to the BotGarden for a refresher?
I think these are oak sex parts. Kinda. Oak anyway. In the autumn, leaves fall; in the spring, it tends to be other parts.