Musings

Let’s mix it up and begin with today’s flower: rosa blanca. And her rosa-blanca friends.

I believe this sign. I do not believe this tree. Looks darned deceased to me. Too bad.

Last week up the way there was sub-surface utility fixing going on. Interesting that they ran out of metal road plates; the one on the left is a double layer of plywood with a rope loop to control it.

Today, the subsurface work extended across the median—more plywood. And the clever fixit crews’ machinery effectively blocked the route of the garbage trucks, so our street remains lined with unemptied herbie-kerbies. Somehow the recycling truck made it through—I suspect running earlier than the garbage-vehicle. [I predict the tree on the left dies within a decade. Unfortunately.]

Oh, my, don’t we live in an ongoing play!

* This refers to a sign we saw in NC the other day at a roadside firewood place. Write your own play reflecting the phrase. Extra points for using “political economy” in the dialogue.

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Lily posing on Easter. On our dinner table.

We got outta town and drove into the mountains…where spring is a couple of weeks behind ATL.

And major rain over the last three days made rushing streams and puddles to reflect the blue sky.

The azaleas and dogwoods are in their prime here. Thank you latitude and longitude magic.

Assertive infrastructure above.

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Left arrow is difficult for even me to decode, but it’s pointing at our slightly leggy ornamental quince, newly moved to this location (before the rain rain rain storm). Still needs top-dressing. And into the quince’s old spot: a large hemispherical lavender, transplanted from a kindly neighbor’s yard (too much shade).

Right arrow is pointing at soggy-but-still-with-blooms pink-white azalea.

In the first ¶, note the verb “moved.” How did the plant get moved? In short, there was digging and wrestling and two people. Note the verb “digging.” Yes, the first digging since the Foot Thing happened. Felt good, no pain, no strangeness; just strength. Yay! (I was super apprehensive before this….)

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Sometime after midnight the rain started. I figure it rained, sometimes a lot until well after dawn (obscured by rain clouds), then off and on through the morning. This bucket was empty when it got dark last night. I tried a keep-the-phone-safe photo, attempting to use my feet for scale. Hrrumph. Not a big success. So, I headed off on my walk.

When I returned, I got serious about science and measurement. That’s an honest measurement—almost six inches of rain accumulated in this bucket since last night. That’s a darned lot of rain. Glad we live closer to the hilltop than any valley drainage.

Okay. Flowers from our traffic island. I don’t thank my neighbors who care for this area enough. Or help them…I COULD do that.

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You might argue that these two offer…

…colors for a different holiday than the upcoming one. Still Christian, however.

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The Île de la Cité will never be the same. The gargoyles are still coughing (I’m pretty sure).

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Always seems like a triumph to set out to do a list (short, but still) of errands, and to get them all accomplished without any real fuss or delay. Yay!

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Ya gotta know that if we go to the BotGarden, we check out the Frog Baby and look for frogs in the pool. Yes, they’re back from winter break; there’s one eyeing a statue frog!

And we check out the Goddess. Still waiting for new plant-plugs. This poor fellow is working against the spring waterfall of plant detritus threatening to clog her pools. Keeps him employed!

Totally different pond/pool, and different story. Shape and color variation is pure eye-candy. Plant eye-candy, that is.

Okay; floral fun. I don’t know what this is, but I call it super-chive.

Brings a different meaning to the phrase “bird-watching.” [Bird spotted by the Guru.]

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Last night was night one of having the AC on. And something like 30 inches of snow are expected less than one thousand miles north of here. A yikes-ian contrast.

Meanwhile (hey, this word was around before Stephen Colbert!), we got a tad of precip overnight…as these Mahonia berries(?) show.

And the Japanese maples are responding to the heat and growing queeeeeeekleeee.

Rather taken with the fragment of lichen on this spiderwort. Nice shadows, too.

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The parking payment-pods are still shrouded, and now the signs are gone; the posts are lone and unembellished (far right). I conclude: parking remains free!

Found this bloomer, and can’t quite remember the name…time to head to the BotGarden for a refresher?

I think these are oak sex parts. Kinda. Oak anyway. In the autumn, leaves fall; in the spring, it tends to be other parts.

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