Pictures not wordiness
Tuesday, 11 June 2019
Lily bloom and bud.
Redbud pods; it’s in the legume family.
Bicolor hydrangea bloom; mixed pH.
Musings
So proud
Sunday, 9 June 2019
Ho-hum part of the day: my walk. Found a tree in a bag, which the sign calls a hairnet. Dubious ethics; the idea is to preserve the fruit from the birds and other living things for donation to people.
Roadside sweet peas. Yay!
Our ride. From the manager’s selections; same rate as the Ford Focus we reserved. Hah!
Le pomp. In a hockey arena.
Le circumstance. Hat toss to a John Williams composition for Star Wars; very appropriate. And…we have a new graduate in the family! Congrats to Sam Two-Name, beloved of all. He’s just to the right of the middle and you’ll never be able to pick him out. Does it help if I tell you he he’s wearing blue high-tops?
Apologies for the delayed post; just too darned much going on into the evening, plus the time difference. Yawn. Smile. Smile bigger.
Need one, buy three…make that twenty
Friday, 7 June 2019
Today was one of those busy-busy prep days; the main event is dinner honoring the HS grad tomorrow, and the to-do list included a costco visit. I’m telling you, is that an experience. I think I’d only been in one once before, and it was to buy tires (insert tale you hypothesize here).
But you are probably more worldly than I and costco’s ho-hum to you.
Shifting weather
Thursday, 6 June 2019
Deep underground in the public passageways at “the world’s busiest airport” (they repeat frequently), the decision-makers have installed durable artwork. This blue-and-green installation is accompanied by bird calls, and seems to evoke a forest and its dappled light. About half-way down, there’s a clearing in the “leaves” and I could hear ducks quacking, although the birds aloft (sorry, no photo) were clearly geese. Brazen, I’m saying, brazen artistic license.
We departed the Deep South in sprinkles, and the sunlight that greeted us in the PacNW became spitty rain two hours later…providing aesthetic cloud cover for this Puget Sound inlet. […with both north- and south-bound trains—coal and autoracks, respectively.
Seems like a wild rose, but that’s a guess…your flower for the day.
And, with the time change…yawn…and, gee, it’s now quite sunny out!
I know/don’t know/know
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.
Color me…¿observant?
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.
Flower report
Thursday, 30 May 2019
Yes, here in the great northland, the grape hyacinths are still blooming.
And the lilacs are coming. Push, I say! I took a cautious sniff, and, oh happy day, I could smell lilac-ness…faint, but still!
Magnificent and marvelous
Wednesday, 29 May 2019
Last night’s pinkish-red sky did indeed herald a gorgeous day…not sure about sailors (or shepherds for some), but we sheep-less landlubbers enjoyed it.
I’m still grooving on the trilliums, whether one or two…
…or by the dozens on the forest floor. BTW, the leaves have gone from tiny to almost mid-sized in the six days since we arrived. I sat on the sun-porch with the windows open this afternoon. I think we can say it: summer is here!
More foraging
Tuesday, 28 May 2019
This is the largest morel I have found this year. Mighty fine eating!
A clump of ramps that survived picking; I took this deep in the woods. I read that folks can pick ramps in the National Forests for personal use, but only leaves and pluck them here and there so as not to kill the bulbs/roots.
And the lake was quiet today. Yay! No erosion. On the other hand, the biting insects were aggressive. Corollary, no?
Living the good life, with rain
Monday, 27 May 2019
I got out for half a walk this morning, with only a few raindrops daintily pattering on my head.
Most of the remainder of the day, it was drippy to rainy-drippy, and it never got warm—pure indoor weather.
We did a end-of-the-road potluck at the neighbors’; the buffet groaned with many bowls of yumminess. Ingredients picked fresh from the land here included chives, ramps, and morels. Star ingredient for potato salad overwintered from last year’s garden next door…. We are darned fortunate.