Musings

A lovely viburnum corymb. I read that Ötzi the Chalcolithic Iceman had arrows with shafts of viburnum and dogwood.

Posted at 9:24 PM | Comments Off on Minutia

Totally grooving on this blue-purple. It’s an optimistic, positive color. March snuck up on me. There’s this gigantic, violent mess in Eastern Europe…🇺🇦☮️. I needed to find and enjoy that gorgeous hyacinth.

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I’m pretty sure this is a Leucojum (genus) specimen.

I’m very sure that what Putin is having done in Ukraine is good for no one, including himself.

Posted at 7:18 PM | Comments Off on Sureness

I’ve seen the Ukranian President’s name as Volodymyr Zelenskyy and Volodymyr Zelensky. I don’t know what the distinction is/means. I do understand the Ukranian Kyiv (vs the Russian Kiev). Such are the problems of transliteration. And colonization/subjugation.

Posted at 9:07 PM | Comments Off on Y Y

I don’t know if this is the yucca I learned to call Spanish bayonet, however it has stiff, spiky vegetation and looks like a yucca. Yes, I got stabbed getting this shot.

Title refers to the number of ladybugs currently hanging in our upstairs bathroom. It’s the season when this happens.

Posted at 7:55 PM | Comments Off on Count ’em: five

I kept all the suggested tweaks the photo-fixing software I use offered for this picture. I call it “Daffy Drama.” It’s rather enhanced compared to real-life.

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I remember there are eleven hollies native to Georgia, although I may have the number wrong. I suspect this hedge is an Asian interloper. I thought it looked far perkier than the rain-weighted drooping daffodils I might have photoed.

Of course, the most famous holly of southeastern North America must be “Ilex vomitoria,” famously used by native peoples to make a beverage with a name translated as Black Drink. Which is what we call our morning coffee around here. Yes, incorrectly.

Posted at 9:07 PM | Comments Off on I love plants

We’ve watched a few minutes of Olympic competitions lately (and very little blah-blah filler), mostly curling, pairs skating, bobsled, and half-pipe. In the latter two, the competitors get more than one chance to perform, and the best score is the one that counts. My head is a bit dizzy with this to beat the best competitor so far and that to get a medal and this other to win the gold…that kind of thing.

Me, I have stats, too. I still think that my AppleWatch’s “Move” figure is the most useful metric for daily activity. And the threshold I like is based on basal metabolic rate (BMR;several websites estimate this), that is, a metric for being active beyond the minimum of just being alive (roughly).

I strive to have my Beyond exceed 40% of my BMR, and I prefer it to be above 43%. On active days, I’m over 46%, and super active, for me, is over 50%. These days, anyway.

Posted at 9:14 PM | Comments Off on Relative stats

Heavy overcast, although I found these (and other) blooms cheering.

That Intersection was partly open, with one crew working around the edges of a pile of unused pipes and other materials. I could not tell if all the detritius would be removed today or not; they would have needed another vehicle and a motor-driven loader to accomplish that. Maybe I’ll check tomorrow. The road surface, however, looks ready for thousands of tires.

Waiting for a line of bad weather to come through, oh, between now and 3am.

Posted at 7:55 PM | Comments Off on Variable conditions

I think of these palmettos (right?) as denizens of a more tropical locale than here in the ATL. Clearly, that’s my ignorance showing. As I photographed, I silently warned the plant to beware of impending weather, as the next three overnight lows are to be in the 20s here.

Posted at 7:12 PM | Comments Off on That’s a brrrrrr