Wednesday, 29 November 2017
By the time we got out to walk, the morning fog had lifted, the sun shone, and it was afternoon. I had PT during morning-fog time, and realized that despite the knee THANG, I am doing SO MUCH better than two weeks ago when I last had PT. Yay!
We checked out several ginkgos in our neighborhood on our little sunshine wander. Despite a solid scattering of leaves, most remain solidly attached to their trees. Maybe tomorrow for the drop?
Stay tuned.
Thursday, 16 November 2017
From the other day….
I’ve been working my new exercises, which focus on front of foot and ankle strength—and walking…that was an assignment, too. Today I didn’t walk outside other than errands, no “walk,” but I was on my feet a bunch, almost every hour. That’s a change for me. Slow increments of improvement….
Sunday, 12 November 2017
We went for a wee walk this morning, and I thought maybe I’d capture a vegetation picture for this space…
…or maybe autumn fleurs.
Then, in the afternoon, the sharp-eyed Guru noticed a big bird swoop into the back yard…and got out the big lens…and gave me this super barred owl shot that I am passing along. Crappy light, yet lovely feather patterns, ¿no?
Friday, 10 November 2017
One of my PT assignments this week is to walk, not terribly far, but many short excursions. I did little walks inside the house, and the Guru and I also walked around the block…and a bit more…on a lovely, sunny, autumn afternoon.
The Guru says I always/often find the insects on the flowers. I think this time of the year they are busy and liable to stay on the flowers because their time is short. Can’t really say “making hay,” but along those lines.
I struggle with headlines…there’s a core of a good idea to this one, but, truly, it comes off not-quite-right.
Tuesday, 7 November 2017
I read that these flowers voted today. I’m pretty sure that was spread by Russian bots.
Are Russian bots related to bot-flies? Bot-flies are darned icky critters.
Saturday, 4 November 2017
I’m thinking this flower/weed is butterweed/cressleaf groundsel, or a closely related species.
We got out for a short loop, the Guru, me, crutches and The Boot. We decided not to push it and so didn’t go terribly far (no record setting today!), and somehow the Fitbit even deigned to give me a massive nine active minutes.
The bonus on our walk was that when I spotted this bumbler s/he was on a lower flower, and then flew up to this cluster, where I could actually reach down to photograph her/him.
And not drop a crutch.
Saturday, 28 October 2017
Yesterday we thought we’d do another excursion, maybe I’d get another 1K-step day. But, no. Autumn moisture descended. We are happy with the cool, yet wished for clear-overcast, or even partly cloudy conditions.
* This meaning of pine derives from a word meaning pain. [Tweak imaginary mustache, and murmur “interesting.”]
Thursday, 26 October 2017
We had our own little seasonal moment last night when the JCB dug in the blanket chest and, tada!, we had our first night under the feather duvet. Back in the MiddleAges (exaggeration) when I was a kid, we had quilts and nary a duvet.
Saturday, 21 October 2017
Almost all morning, we had overcast, then the sun broke out for the afternoon. Many leaves still on the trees (for this late in October), and I quite enjoyed this double white birch, sporting mixed golden and green leaves.
In the grass underneath I found a white, unripe puffball, and right in the path this ripe one leaking spores—that black smudge toward the upper right.
One time when I was a kid, my dad harvested a perfect-for-eating puffball from up by the garage, probably an ancestor of one I saw today. It was about the size of a volleyball, and Mom sliced it about ½in thick, and one slice filled an iron skillet. As I recall, it tasted mushroomy, just basic fungi-flavor.
Friday, 13 October 2017
We made an early rush-hour airport run this afternoon to fetch a leedle piece of Vermont, come to visit MEEEE, direct from Boston (direct connections, ya know). Such a treat!