Sunday, 31 January 2021
We’ve now watched the entire first season of “Bordertown,” which is set in Lappeenranta, in southern Finland, and shot in Finnish. Or we are watching it in Finnish, with subtitles. Turns out, after listening to hours of Finnish dialogue, I got nothing. Well, perhaps yes and no…just checked: they’re juu/joo and ei…so, hmm, perhaps not?
And this tree, every time I walk by it, I think: Araucaria. After a wee internet dive, I may be wrong about that, too.
Saturday, 30 January 2021
Murky day, so I strolled and contemplated…this and that rather than focusing on something…substantial.
Nandina and mahonia. For example.
Far more exciting than one-foot-in-front-of-the-other. Possibly?
Friday, 29 January 2021
I imprinted on my Midwestern childhood weather patterns and January is not supposed to have pleasant, warm, sunny days. Warm meaning over 50°F. [Ah, yes, below freezing overnight…that fits.]
However, I try to work (huffing and puffing, I admit) against type and accept my present reality. With blooms! And a t-shirt as I do my (present goal) 4mi walks.
Sarcasm is tricky even face-to-face. Recorded pundits struggle to make it work…without ambiguity. In text, in the written word, perhaps even more tricky. I bow to reality…and I very much enjoyed today’s weather. Without any Brexit BS involved. heh
Wednesday, 27 January 2021
Currently binge-watching “Lupin,” which has nothing to do with flowers.
Picture…is it thyme? Or not-thyme?
Tuesday, 26 January 2021
Heavy rain struck in the wee hours, with thunder booms, enough noise to awaken us.
Daytime, no rain. 😘
Prediction overnight: another wave of rain. 🌧
I’m expecting to awaken again…yawn. 🥱
Saturday, 23 January 2021
I found today’s sunlight almost summer-ish in its intensity. Here’s a backlit leaf, although it’s hard to tell that’s what it is.
Thursday, 21 January 2021
Drippy kinda day…yet I managed to get out between waves of mistiness and showers. We’re in the floral doldrums, and this droplet bedecked blossom is brilliant amidst the drab brown.
Wednesday, 20 January 2021
I often think of WashDC when I see cherry (are these cherry?) blossoms. Bouquets in WashDC today, but at noon: minus forty-five.
I did not think this line up, yet I admit I’ve been giggling about it since I came across it last evening. Truth.
Sunday, 17 January 2021
This tree is making a go of it in a terrible spot—for it. For the lot owners, it is in a perfect location…far enough from the house to not endanger it, and close enough to buffer it from neighbor-houses and neighbor-people.
The house was built on a flat spot carved deeply into brown-orange clayey subsoil, subsoil that lacks the air and nutrients that the tree needs. And so the tree sends its roots across the ground-surface in search of sustenance and avoiding the useless (to it) claggy clay.
Saturday, 16 January 2021
I found it so bright, right at the moment I looked up at this sycamore with its brilliant white branches, that I was surprised to see clouds.