Musings

Whining about nothing really

Spring street

Silly me. I’d forgotten how much organic matter trees can drop in the spring—it’s not just autumn leaves….

And I’ll admit I’m predisposed to not like these Chinese elms the planners chose to replace the Bradford pears (that I loved).

Didn’t like it when one was above my sandbox (MANY years ago—hey: SANDbox); don’t like ’em any better now.

Happy plant(s)

Fungus bright green

Lichen from last week. If indeed it’s a lichen. Whatever—it was pretty, and lush from the rain.

Ya got me

Northern maidenhair fern

D and I agreed we know this as a maidenhair fern. Wikipee lists dozens in the maidenhair genus, from around the world. Seems like this one is probably a Northern Maidenhair Fern, alternately Five-Fingered Fern. HOWEVER, photos on reputable botanical websites don’t all show this arc of fern-leaves that seem quite diagnostic to me on plants identified to this species. Ah, in-species plant variation….

I find this pattern utterly eye-catching.

I tromped to the “bottom” of Cloudland Canyon today, then did a stretch of the West Rim Trail—and back in both cases. Fitbit gave me a stunning 108 floors climbed (about 8 and a smidge feet of ascent each) and a confusing 0.0 (that is, zero) minutes of being “very active.” Hrrrumph.

Height-challenged trillium

Trailing trillium

Saw a “new” trillium today—meet the trailing trillium (Trillium decumbens). We found it, along with many other spring wildflowers, on the Shirley Miller Wildflower Trail, in The Pocket (Pigeon Mountain).

Of flowers…and potato-ness

UID purply flower

Found this flower in a planting next to a sidewalk several weeks back…. Don’t know what it is.

Seems like the outside world had plenty of stories this weekend. Me: couch potato (more or less).

Time for an adventure…despite the weather predictions.

A-tangled

Azalea backlit lateday light

Here’s a backlit flour fleur. The tempo and tenor of my day were at the backlit level. If that makes any sense.

Plural: iri?

Eye ri less optimal light

I should have taken a photo about 15 minutes earlier, when the late-sun was back-lighting the petals. Still, it’s a fine and lovely iris.

End of smug

Cherokee rose abloom

Years ago, I got this plant from the Bot Garden, when they used to have an annual sale (which they haven’t had for years). I have been snugly pleased (without any research) that I have a Cherokee Rose. And, for many years, I not captured photos of the blooms.

This year, a photo! And a blog post, to boot! And a quick WikiPee check…and I discover…that Cherokee roses are…

(gulp)…

1. From Asia.

2. Invasive.

Genetics are complicated

Rose a bloom

Apologies of for the long run of flower photos, maybe not continuous, but, I acknowledge, with few interruptions.

It is, after all, the spring flower season.

We see so many roses that are…complex…it’s illuminating (??) to see just a simple, flat* bloom.

* Non-technical term….

Good times…ahhhhhhhh

Spring garden ette

Mostly, it seems like today was a…series of un-photographed most-excellent moments. (Maybe, if truth be told, that’s most days.)

On second thought, I was pondering a day of memorable moments…that I didn’t photograph.

So, in the absence of day-photos, I’ve repurposed (as in, a blog version of later-grammed) this lovely spring-garden photo. (Instead of a shot of brownie batter, a dinner table of food photo, etc., and so on.)

The title notes good times…and more. Actually, our day has been all all ALL good times!

Mwa! (You know who you are.)