Musings

Had a few plumbers through the house today, even though we don’t have lead pipes (I hope!). Mostly plastic instead. We don’t call them plasticers (plastickers?), though. Anyway, the word is that the flushing mechanisms now are all tip-top.
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I used our spring REI discount on a lightweight, well-cushioned shoe for my near-daily walks. They look a bit like modernized corrective shoes, but, man-o-man do they feel good for my feet and knees (after two days). [Fingers crossed this continues!]
Words floating by today: Patapsco, prill, torque.
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I enjoyed algebra in an odd way because I got to look at x y and z more often…than in literature and other subjects. I still like those letters, their linearity and symmetry, and that they’re at the end of the alphabet.
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Photo from this day in 2020. Never quite grasped the logic behind “the world is your oyster.” Oysters are slimy and evanescent. Their shells are durable and hang around for thousands of years. If the saying refers to pearls, as some allege, why doesn’t it use the word pearl? I’d rather find parallels, and hope, with oyster shells.
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I’m heartened to see this magnolia awaiting the arrival of the spring awakening.

On the other hand, this pansy is living in the present.
Title refers to lame alliterations in each sentence.
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Acorns or oak-horns. With what we kids called hats and botanists call cupules. Way back then, I put an acorn hat on a Barbie; she was a forest creature, not a pink city gal.
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Dewy morning.

Dew on blue.

Blue with clouds.

Red Japanese maple leaves. Okay, this is the line that changes the game, although it’s the end here.
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The fennel was showing off in the sunshine. Somewhat ironically, the flower form, an umbel, not only is delicate, but the word comes from the Latin umbelle then the French umbella, both meaning sunshade. Sun to sunshade…the circle is complete.
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Early Europeans recorded on the order of eighty names for sweet potatoes across Māori-land (now called Aotearoa New Zealand). Some referred to color or horticultural variation. Others were regional or dialectically different. Still, sweet potatoes were the primary calorie source year in and year out for pre-contact Māori.
I was surprised that our local Whole-Paycheck (several grocery chains receive this nickname) had four different kinds, each a different color. This was called purple sweet potato on the sign.
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The penchant for street names to include Peachtree in Atlanta is well-known. There are also assorted watercourses with Peachtree in the name. This is the South Fork of Peachtree Creek. View to north (ish).

And this is a wee tributary of the above, name unknown to me. South Fork of the South Fork, perhaps?
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