Saturday, 20 July 2019
White lily with feathery petal tips. “Just an ornamental” (™ 😀 ).
An Ampelopsis spp., common name porcelainberry. Pretty sure.
At seven this morning it was a mere 72°F, unlike yesterday’s 79°F, so I went for a no-stress walk. Humid!
Thursday, 18 July 2019
I am possibly too fascinated by the patterns I see in nature, especially in plants.
First big magnolia blossom I’ve noticed this year.
White and green is not a reference to MooU. It just looks like it might be.
Wednesday, 17 July 2019
Inattention suited the basil lately. The tall Genovese bush is thigh high; the Thai cultivar is to the right with the purplish flower spikes.
I picked a good pile of the Thai basil…
…and, with cilantro leaves, it made a terrific garnish for our Thai curry tofu. High protein version today with added edamame, peas. I think the rice has a bit of protein, too. I recently read that aging people need more protein.
Protein: check. And yummy, too!
Sunday, 14 July 2019
Last relaxed morning. Here. For a while.
The peonies are winding up. The dominant blooms on the branches with double buds have finished, and the B-team is putting on a meager, but still lovely scented, show. This is one of the largest of the final crop.
We made a small Sunday-drive outing on this last day, up to Eagle’s Nest, or Eagles Nest, or Dad’s version: Eagle Nest. This is the pond-and-marsh to the south. I found the poofy clouds in the blue sky very compelling, with the green belt of vegetation separating the heavens from its reflection.
Saturday, 13 July 2019
This is how far along the grapes are. These are wild grapes, I think, and the vines are quite productive this year. They have taken over the spreading juniper since The Guru had to remove one trunk of the sour cherry they used to hug. I bet the birds still get the fruit when it ripens, and we don’t snag more than two or three grapes (not bunches) per person.
We got to dine with five lovely young women and two of our age-set tonight. We laughed, we told stories, and we learned that “vinho verde” is not pronounced with Spanish phonetics. This makes sense because it is a Portuguese wine. The correct pronunciation of the second word is along the lines of “verdj(eh),” with the “eh” at the end just a hint. We sampled two tonight; one was still and the other had teeny bubbles, technically pétillance. Note that the green in the name refers to young/new/youthful, rather than the color.
Note that the grapes above are not a variety used in vinho verde. Or in wine. So far, anyway. Maybe not even technically a variety.
Friday, 12 July 2019
We went on the wildlife walk, and, as I expected, we saw far more plants than critters. Joe-pye weed.
Did not look very hard in the wildflower ID book for this one…variant joe-pye weed.
Fragrant water lilies and yellow pond lily.
Didn’t ID this; didn’t browse for long.
Mullien.
Then we took the wildlife drive. We still saw many more plants, but they were farther away. And the bugs were so desperate to find us the were slamming into the windows. I was glad we were inside. Painted? turtle. We saw the usual complement of mid-summer loons, swans, Canada geese, seagulls, and a few ducks. No grebes; no coots. No mammals.
Gotta go apply anti-itch cream to the bug bites I got on the wildlife walk.
Tuesday, 9 July 2019
I found a milkweed just beginning to bloom, a plant in the vanguard of the blooming, and covered up with skippers.
I found this vetch with plenty of skipper-attention.
Something aka some critters/insects have been eating my basil. This skipper is the only visitor I’ve spotted; however, I don’t think of skippers as basil-eaters. Mystery….
Tar-gravel fixing of holes in the perpetually patched blacktop through the swamp. It’s a bumpy ride.
Thursday, 4 July 2019
Loving the low-angle morning light. And this rug. It’s seen better days, but we both like the color, so it stays (for now).
Stunning flower arrangement for the table…all from the garden and field. Great party followed!
Bumper crop of tent caterpillars this year. Friends are picking them off by the five-gallon bucket full. Yikes! I have heard of scat 💩; turns out that the same sort of output by insects is frass. I knew you wanted to know that.
Wednesday, 3 July 2019
Two skippers; I think of them as “everyday skippers.” One daisy. Definitely an everyday daisy.
Tuesday, 2 July 2019
I spotted this super-tall grass (upwards of seven feet!) amidst the other grasses in the field and orchard the other day and I’ve been revisiting all the grass names that I remember Dad using for the ones on the place. I remember orchard grass, fescue (but maybe not here?), brome, and today I remembered reed canary. Aha, I thought. I think I know what the others look like so cross-my-fingers that this is reed canary. But, right at the moment the internet is choke-cough-cough, so I’ll have to search later.
The mystery continues.