Musings

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?

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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

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Currently binge-watching “Lupin,” which has nothing to do with flowers.

Picture…is it thyme? Or not-thyme?

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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. 🥱

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Here’s another specimen that blooms earlier than its brethren—a rhododendron! The Interweb reports that (somewhere?) it symbolizes danger. However, I’d say this one’s in danger—of frost and cold weather!

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