Friday, 24 May 2019
Why did the porcupine cross the road? ☀️
Pair of sandhills. Note he and she are looking opposite directions; it must be a gender thing.
Around here the morels are one of two colors: blond or brunette. Sautéed in butter, both are exceptional.
Our wildlife sighting today included a pair of deer—no photo.
☀️ My guess: to escape flooding…geeze, the water is high!
Monday, 20 May 2019
Hosta hostage.
Spotlit hydrangea.
White flowers unknown to me, although I see them frequently.
Hot. Humid. And it’s only late May.
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.
Sunday, 12 May 2019
We had a lot of rain overnight, the kind that can weigh down a yucca bloom-spike. We had rain after I took this this morning, too, but I think it’s over for now.
I was surprised by this white blob above my head, amidst the glistening dark green leaves. Aha! Magnolia!
Basil clipped for dinner…then snipped atop pasta with a tomato sauce.
Even found mozzarella di bufala (that is: water buffalo milk, not cow’s, in soft cheese balls) to also add. BTW, the pasta sauce had bison meat in it. And we also added parmesano reggiano—cow’s milk cheese. I wasn’t going for species diversity in our protein sources, but that’s what we got.
Saturday, 11 May 2019
I’m used to tall, volunteer daisies; this is a city cousin that probably came out of a green house. Still: all daisy-ness is happy-making.
Friday, 10 May 2019
These just opened since Wednesday, and the buds are still coming. Yay! Gardenias smell so wonderful.
Look! Insect! A fennel redbug? heheh
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.
Wednesday, 8 May 2019
Yarrow. Again: yarrow. Why do I keep thinking tansy? Tansy is yellow-gold!
I see four vines in here: poison ivy, Virginia creeper, Boston ivy (or similar), and something that reminds me of a grapevine, but isn’t, and I don’t know what it is.
Archie Harrison Mountbatten-Windsor. Archie? I get that the Harrison is an unsubtle nod to dad, but Archie? Not even Archibald? Actually, the latter is even more awkward, graceless, and inelegant than Archie. Hey, he’s both a British royal (we know) and an American (we assume), so wee Archie will probably pull his name off with ease.
Tuesday, 7 May 2019
I came around a corner and my nose was assailed, and I pivoted to look at what was newly revealed upwind: there it is, the blooming vine honeysuckle. MMMMmmmm, that’s a distinctive fragrance.
Isn’t that about the darkest purple iris you’ve seen? Light’s mediocre, but whatta bloom!