Wednesday, 29 May 2019
Last night’s pinkish-red sky did indeed herald a gorgeous day…not sure about sailors (or shepherds for some), but we sheep-less landlubbers enjoyed it.
I’m still grooving on the trilliums, whether one or two…
…or by the dozens on the forest floor. BTW, the leaves have gone from tiny to almost mid-sized in the six days since we arrived. I sat on the sun-porch with the windows open this afternoon. I think we can say it: summer is here!
Tuesday, 28 May 2019
This is the largest morel I have found this year. Mighty fine eating!
A clump of ramps that survived picking; I took this deep in the woods. I read that folks can pick ramps in the National Forests for personal use, but only leaves and pluck them here and there so as not to kill the bulbs/roots.
And the lake was quiet today. Yay! No erosion. On the other hand, the biting insects were aggressive. Corollary, no?
Monday, 27 May 2019
I got out for half a walk this morning, with only a few raindrops daintily pattering on my head.
Most of the remainder of the day, it was drippy to rainy-drippy, and it never got warm—pure indoor weather.
We did a end-of-the-road potluck at the neighbors’; the buffet groaned with many bowls of yumminess. Ingredients picked fresh from the land here included chives, ramps, and morels. Star ingredient for potato salad overwintered from last year’s garden next door…. We are darned fortunate.
Friday, 24 May 2019
Why did the porcupine cross the road? ☀️
Pair of sandhills. Note he and she are looking opposite directions; it must be a gender thing.
Around here the morels are one of two colors: blond or brunette. Sautéed in butter, both are exceptional.
Our wildlife sighting today included a pair of deer—no photo.
☀️ My guess: to escape flooding…geeze, the water is high!
Monday, 20 May 2019
Hosta hostage.
Spotlit hydrangea.
White flowers unknown to me, although I see them frequently.
Hot. Humid. And it’s only late May.
Thursday, 16 May 2019
I looked at this when I took it, and thought it’s that blue-pink pH thing. Then I thought hmmmm what’s pH stand for? I had college chemistry, so, geeze I should have been told this/read it. Okay, WikiPee, what’s it stand for? Turns out there’s no clear answer. Guess that’s why I don’t remember!
Chalk cat. Not to be confused with a hill figure (Brit.).
Wednesday, 15 May 2019
I do love ferns. So delicate.
A fellow was unloading a Sysco truck…is it true that every restaurant needs split box products? Popotes I understand—those are drinking straws in Mexican Spanish, a corruption of the Nahuatl/Aztec word for the plant stem used to make sweeping-brooms.
Realized I didn’t know the Spanish for fern—heh; turns out it’s helecho.
Sunday, 12 May 2019
We had a lot of rain overnight, the kind that can weigh down a yucca bloom-spike. We had rain after I took this this morning, too, but I think it’s over for now.
I was surprised by this white blob above my head, amidst the glistening dark green leaves. Aha! Magnolia!
Basil clipped for dinner…then snipped atop pasta with a tomato sauce.
Even found mozzarella di bufala (that is: water buffalo milk, not cow’s, in soft cheese balls) to also add. BTW, the pasta sauce had bison meat in it. And we also added parmesano reggiano—cow’s milk cheese. I wasn’t going for species diversity in our protein sources, but that’s what we got.
Saturday, 11 May 2019
I’m used to tall, volunteer daisies; this is a city cousin that probably came out of a green house. Still: all daisy-ness is happy-making.
Friday, 10 May 2019
These just opened since Wednesday, and the buds are still coming. Yay! Gardenias smell so wonderful.
Look! Insect! A fennel redbug? heheh