Musings

Time change…upside-down rain-drop world?

Posted at 9:41 PM | Comments Off on Contrasting media

We’re in that transition season when (some of) the grass is still winter-brown, with green accents from early turf-onions. Also, we may be in the coldest phase of this spring, and it’ll be warmer from here on (here’s hoping?).

Posted at 8:00 PM | Comments Off on Marking time

We’re supposed to have a front come through overnight, so windy storms, perhaps (hopefully?) weaker than the other weekend that caused us to need four large trees removed. Whew. Still, before the winds, somehow a fading camellia blossom found its way to our front steps this afternoon.

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I just stepped out to get a moon shot, well, the photo kind, but I wasn’t terribly stable, so the moon is blown-out.

Posted at 8:46 PM | Comments Off on Photo tale

Crystals are…seductive? Otherworldly? [This image is presented approximately life-sized, if memory serves….]

Our word crystal derives ultimately from the Greek word for both “rock crystal” and “ice.” Very parallel.

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These plants, decorative in this area, mystified me (with my northern mental database) until I found them labelled somewhere. Now, I know them to be relatives of artichokes…sporting rather elegant dagger-leaves-of-green.

Posted at 10:13 PM | Comments Off on Relatives

Our view through the garden to the rising sun…sooooo changed. Indeed, we might even be able to grow grass (!!!). For now, we’re just trying to get used to the increased light. [Guess that’s the same for the vegetation?] [Am I repeating myself?]

Posted at 9:28 PM | Comments Off on Looking back/forward

The dangerous trees (in the insurance world) are off the property, gone or in pieces stacked in the street. However, serious compaction is left behind. Who are the next specialists we need to counteract this problem? Rrrr. Aerator consultants, perhaps?

Posted at 8:30 PM | Comments Off on Trax, then…

Meet the stubborn stob (which I wanted to spell as staub, but I don’t think that’s a real word in English, although this posting program is accepting it—hmm, while it tries to change stob to stop—rrrr). The crew de-branched the stob yesterday, and they’re coming back tomorrow to take it down. Waah. But it has to go. We had a good run with these trees, and now a no-name storm has taken them from us (with the help of tree-removal teams).

Posted at 8:55 PM | Comments Off on Last one standing

Clearly, our morning view is…clearer. I calculate five trees removed in the last few years.

Posted at 9:40 PM | Comments Off on Viewshed