Raindrops from last night’s precip lasted through the day…in a few places.
Look near the crossed wires and you’ll see a small flock of sandhill cranes. These were much lower than the group I saw the other day. I suspect this group was looking for a place to stop overnight to rest and feed—central Atlanta is a poor choice for that…keep heading north, birds!
Evidence that film shoots are once again outside the studio….
And, yes, the family of the stinkhorns in the scientific classification system is Phallaceae. Hard to put one over on taxonomic specialists.
For several days, I heard that today would be rainy. I anticipated that I would find that a bit of a downer when the grey arrived. Turned out, yay!, didn’t bother me. I even walked in the mist ☔︎ that hung around into the afternoon. In shorts.
Yesterday—wait, no, the day before, I noticed the first early-blooming weeds in flower mode…and, yup, today I heard pollen count info on the morning news. So, pollen-count info should be added to yesterday’s list of evidence that the seasons are changing.
This is a hot-pink fringetree bloom…fringetrees are in the Olive family (Oleaceae), typically with white blooms.
1. The days are noticeably longer—and the nights are shorter.
2. I practiced shadow-walking for the first time this year (sunshine avoidance—too hot!). This was rather tricky as nothing’s leafed out.
3. I heard sandhills overhead for over two minutes. They were very high, and I couldn’t see them, but I could hear their distinctive calls for long enough to suggest a large flock migrating.
Here’s the moon doing its daytime thing. Speaking of daytime, I can tell the days are longer than they were. Loving it.
Seems tacky to note that with a half-million Americans dead who were alive a year ago, killed by the Covid, the vaccine distribution is ramping up, and this is a light…(no tunnel illustration, just a light…artsy is sometimes fartsy).
Walked to the Big Park today, and found brilliant sunshine…
…and birds. Canadas (left), of course, and Muscovys (right, bathing). In the middle, an anhinga, I think. Didn’t have binocs.
Tried to take my fav-oh-rite trail: closed. Must be a maintenance problem (perhaps a washout?); can’t be a Covid limitation…. Discarded jacket probably is from volunteer out of frame to left removing invasive species (my guess).
Visual reference/joke*. [Also: yes, overcast and grey-gloomy.]
Bison meatballs ready for roasting, then adding to pasta sauce. Yum.
I remember going through bicycle dos and don’ts in school, Brownies, 4H, plus from parents. In all: stop completely and put your foot on the ground at stop signs. Old curmudgeonly ways, it seems?
* This is a post, eh?
I know this is a battered specimen, yet it’s the first hyacinth I’ve found in my neighborhood wanders this year. So, it’s a record-breaker!
I was additionally surprised at my find because the overnight temps dropped below freezing last night, and it stayed cold all day, and will drop further overnight tonight. I know the polar vortex is a nightmare elsewhere, and the comparatively mild cold here lacks parity with the snow and power outages elsewhere.
But. For here: brrrrrrr. As in: wore my Goretex neck gaiter for my ENTIRE walk (first time this winter). And my gloves for all but the last half-mile.
Lately when I walk I follow my natural pace. Sometimes it’s in the 18s and sometimes in the 17s. Lately.
That is, my pace is either 18-something minutes to the mile or 17-something minutes.
Either way, I think it’s a good speed. Note: both are without stops for photography.
We don’t “do” Val-Day here, although we did have a fancier-than-normal dinner as a nod to the hubbub…the menu included roasted potato chunks…which have better browning these days in our “new” stove with the fan in the oven.
Can you say we roast veggies instead of saints?