Musings

It’s topiary season at the BotGarden. [The phoenix is Atlanta’s symbol.]

The pitcher plants are stellar in autumn. Colorful, too.

Even found a busy bee; does s/he know the weather that’s coming?

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Beautiful shade of purple, and unexpected in a grass.

Assorted smallish tall objects.

BeltLine art and Ponce City Market, the former Sears Roebuck building.

Lantana blooms and berries.

Very small puffballs.

I pondered composing a screed about the inefficiency of bureaucracy, but: too familiar, too boring.

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I’ve been watching this project progress over the last week-plus, and today I found a new fence and gate. I suspect after this the gate will repose closed.

Elsewhere I found a reflective birdbath, autumnal mode.

Love dahlias. We’ve got a torrent of rain at the moment, so I’m guessing by tomorrow: no pretty dahlias any longer.

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There’s some splendid fall color!

And a downturned dahlia (in the shade).

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This is up in the back yard at 6:40am, new time. It looked much darker to my eye. Such is the magic of computational photography. Fits right in your hand.

Some robust azaleas are flowering for another round. This must be the sixth cycle this year.

(New to me) Concept of the week: blue carbon (sequestration ecosystems).

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Short term, it’s not a good sign to have this crew digging a deep hole in your neighborhood. Watershed management; I take that as a synonym for several things including sewage. I saw two guys in uniforms door-knocking and peering in the window at a night club across the street. Not likely for there to be anyone there at 1:50 in the afternoon, when the door doesn’t open until something like 7:30pm. A little, teeny-tiny story…. Turns out that whatever the interruption was, it didn’t extend the several blocks to our house. Whew.

Another bit of autumn: ornamental grass in seed.

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Hallowed ground: leaves downed by wind/precip. I see sweet gum and tulip poplar donations.

Hallowed flora: mushrooms burgeoning with autumn moisture. Mushrooms always seemed to me to be plants and not-plants, as in not-green plants, and therefore suspect. Bimodal categories are so inflexible.

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“Leaves of three, let it be.” But, no, not that species this time. Say: kooood-zoooo.

Entrance to the underworld? [Caves, etc., being a portal to the underworld is relatively common in mythologies around the world. BTW.]

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Our basil’s gone wild.

Black! flamingos. With scary red eyes!

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New phone did NOT think this was a face; it’s pretty sharp!

I think of dahlias as fall flowers, but maybe that’s what they do in the Deep South, and not in cooler places.

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