Monday, 7 May 2018
Love the post in the shadows. Not a metaphor for Derby memories, but….
The mixers—there were two—were scheduled at seven AM, and they were noisy-busy for a while, then there was a lull (or did I get used to the noise????), then noisiness increased, I think from a generator/pump…which somehow became white noise to my ears. Sometime late in the day…quiet?
I will check out the results…tomorrow?
Sunday, 6 May 2018
For a long time I’ve thought this was Asian dayflower. Preferring to be right not wrong, I checked the vast database (of plant identification and so many other things) we call the internet, and presto! turns out this is another plant ID I had wrong (remember clematis? I do). It’s a spiderwort.
On my walk, I discovered a new Tesla charger powerwall power source* on this house. Must have been installed on Friday or yesterday. Bets on whether they cover it with the brick contact “paper”/vinyl?
Almost got this wrong, too! The Guru said: not a charger, and visited the same data source I did for the flower…so, I was wrong twice today. And now I’m on the correct path.
Friday, 4 May 2018
How luxe to have these blooms at your front door. How great that the front door is to a basement apartment and adjacent to the sidewalk where I can stroll by! [Yes, I’m ALMOST strolling!]
Continuing with the week’s theme of construction projects…I saw this scene this morning and thought: the neighbors are getting their new driveway made today!
Then in the afternoon, trucks and men and equipment gone, but no concrete setting up—frames were empty! Found out the load was not to spec—and the second one sent back for the SAME REASON! They’re to try again on Monday morning. Here’s to success!
In the meantime, the neighbors must climb a ladder to their front porch to enter the house. Stalwart neighbors. And limber.
Thursday, 3 May 2018
These are tiny, delicate blooms in a lovely shade of kinda-pink. That’s an official color name IMHO.
Tuesday, 1 May 2018
I do enjoy the fancy-petals on this iris.
Wondered what this equipment was for. Had to be for a back yard project (but what?, asks nosy me). As I was snapping this, the contractor drove up in pickup with trailer with more equipment, so I had no chance to look up the driveway. He wondered what I was up to. Lotsa wondering during that interlude.
And…May is here.
Monday, 30 April 2018
The ferns are forging forward.
The rhodos (in the shade) are abloom.
And this, I hypothesize, is AT&T fiber splicing equipment (and personnel inside).
Saturday, 28 April 2018
This flower spike is less that a foot high. If it keeps up with its neighbors, it’ll reach at least six and maybe eight or more feet, with, I expect, white blossoms. Next week I’ll check on its progress….
The red leaves are Acer palmatum/Japanese maple, while the green are some kind of oak. There are a “confusion*” of oaks in this state…. I especially like the lacy, serrate, palmately lobed, pointy maple leaves.
* My reality; my term.
Friday, 27 April 2018
I found a young magnolia, about four feet tall. It sported this magnificent blossom on top. Viva!
With an extra ration of Friday-humor, I titled this photo: bee-decked peony. 😎
Thursday, 26 April 2018
As you may know, Dad was quite the gardener. His tendency was to tend (ha!) plants that produced edibles. He also grew some flowers, because he knew Mom loved them. He only kept one rose bush downstate, because they took too much fussing. The rose grew next to the grapes and on the same trellis.
Dad also wasn’t much for bulbs, like these iris, although we had wild ones that survived on their own on the property up north. Now, in the sense that you plucked them out of the soil in the autumn, and replanted in the spring, onions are darned similar to flower bulbs. And he did grow onions (and garlic).
The dogwood was totally in Dad’s wheelhouse, in that it takes no fussing once it’s established. However, the dogwoods of southern Michigan (that I remember) are swamp-loving red osier dogwoods, and so not suited for the downstate yard. Today, I was surprised to find this one in bloom; the others I saw were the pointy-petaled dogwoods—the rest of the round-petals have finished.
Progression of the dogwood blooming season…and today is 101 years since Dad was born. Me, I don’t garden much, but I’m good with photographing garden products, whether fruits, veggies, or blossoms.
Wednesday, 25 April 2018
Despite all the spring blossoms, I found these juniper berries today. I usually associate fruits/berries with no earlier than mid-summer for woody plants. [Turns out juniper berries are “fleshy cones;” live and learn.]