Musings

I read a NewYorker article about loss and lost. It started with losing track of keys and the like, then veered off to emotional loss. The macro lens had been misplaced; in active voice: I forgot where I put it. Turns out it was right under my nose. That’s the way it goes, eh?

Above is a hyacinth that’s beginning to open in the front yard. I forgot where the bulbs came from, but I relocated them to take advantage of more light/less tree cover, and they’re taking advantage of the relative warmth we’ve been having.

And this is a knurled dial. I instinctively want to express that it’s knurling, but I’m not sure that is correct.

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We found golden light on the backside of a renovated hotel/apartment building, way down in SoGA*.

No where near as flashy, but I liked this arboreal skeleton, also created by uber golden light.

And, funny thing, we discovered that we could cross the GA–FL line on a dirt road. Packed sand, that is. Great surface (today). And a canopy road at that. (Yes, that’s a term.) Only saw one deer family, and none were close enough to be dangerous.

* That is, south GA.

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The other day I read that narwhals are excellent at finding cracks in the sea ice (breathing holes) and mapping their environment using echolocation. The part that stuck with me is that they use “phonic lips” to make the clicks and buzzes. Not sure if that’s a typo…phonic lips to make phonic blips?

I also read today that in Medieval Europe they seeded fields with both rye and wheat, and both the mixture and the flour/bread made from it were called maslin. Turns out the word is etymologically related to miscellany, and can also be used for a metal blend mimicking brass, so that there could be a maslin kettle. Chaucer spelled it maselyn. Note that I checked, and King Arthur doesn’t sell a maslin flour. You could make your own….

This program accepts phonic lips but wants maslin to be marlin. Not.

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The last of the summer’s flowers are doing the fade as the leaves fall. Here’s a lovely memory of the lushness that’s gone. And, yes, the color hasn’t been boosted. [I have a version on my iPhone’s lock-screen.]

My dictionary says that hark comes from a hunting term referring to hounds retracing their steps to find a scent they’ve lost. Appropriate with a flower picture.

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The other day I meant to tell a mail-order delivery story. I ordered an item from Amazon. We are Prime people, so two-day delivery. On the appointed day we were out all afternoon, and JCB remembered to check the front step well after dark (delivery was supposed to be by 8pm), and no package. Amazon’s webpage indicated it had been left in a “safe place.” He checked under leaves and behind bushes. No package.

So he called. Short story is that the delivery was to be accomplished by Amazon, not brown, not USPS. And the delivery person drove our package back to the distribution center (out of laziness? obstinance?), but marked it delivered in the computer. Sooooo.

Our package was delivered a day late and we get a refund. BUT, Amazon, if that is the new Amazon way, NOT GOOD.

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During the day, I had several ideas about what to write tonight.

However, right at the moment, I merely present distinctively yellow-to-greenish-yellow leaves from the backyard (aka garden). I think they’re basswood. They’ll turn shades of unappetizing brown within a week, I suspect.

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First, I saw a male cardinal in the back yard.

Then, we passed by the Big Chicken.

Later, we passed a semi-trailer labelled SWIFT.

Truly a fowl* day.

While in today’s usage a fowl is a creature in the order Galliformes, in the olden days it meant a bird of any sort. Thus, the title could have been “Fowl day” or similar. 😎

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I’m pretty sure there’s a story here. Maybe just a short story…. I’m still working on my version….

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I think this vegetation is called monkey grass (on the street, as it were). As in monkeeeeeee.

And here’s a plaque of putti. Plural of putto, from the Latin/Italian, and pronounced putteeeeeee.

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Plants called myrtle are generally evergreens; however, the crape myrtle is not. And it is not always crape; sometimes it is crepe. Lest you think that common names are the hotbed of nomenclatural disagreement, let me warn you that scientific taxonomists are almost as…scrappy. Then, there’s the issue of the natural trend to compile data as time continues.

Anyway, we are amidst the long season when the crape myrtles bloom. In our near-daily afternoon rain storms, some blooms…detach, then breezes cluster them in corners. This is the special JCB shady parking spot at our neighborhood TJs; I got that space today (yippee!) without the Guru even being in the vehicle! Usually I do not have such luck.

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