Musings

Dawn show

This dawn light lasted less than a minute at maximum color. And I was there. Ephemeral.

Patterns of the past

I look at this carpet and think, “I have no idea how to decode this textile,” or: once again—my ignorance. This piece was made, I’m pretty sure, before 1950, and perhaps a generation or two before. It’s some kind of special, perhaps not very. I wonder, however, as I tromp across it wearing outdoor shoes.

Did buy cauliflower

Turns out we got another wave of precip/storm overnight (after yesterday’s post) and through midday. This was at 7:20am. We received enough rain to cause local flooding and general super-moistness. Then, by 2pm, sunshine and gorgeousness.

So, we headed to our favorite international food shopping emporium to peruse a large assortment of plant varieties (while well masked). I found these Win Beans. That’s a typo for winged beans, and winged beans are Psophocarpus tetragonolobus. The whole plant is edible (including roots), and the pods have frilly edges, as you can see. Did not buy (call me chicken?).

Close enough

As I recall the traditional southern New Year’s Day good luck/health/wealth menu includes rice, field peas/beans, and greens, often collards. We had spinach for the greens and mixed beans (mostly garbanzos and black) for the beans. We skipped the grain, but had wheat crackers. We topped with white cheddar, green onions, and fresh cilantro.

Air-quote power

For this mini-essay, I’m putting 2022 in air quotes. It’s certainly been a year.

During this year we crossed the equator six times (if I’ve counted correctly). All within a two-week period. Also, we’ve lived through ups, and we’ve lived through downs.

All typical.

Yet, somehow my sense of time seems dented and distorted.

Still, I’m happy to be here on the cusp of 2023.

Saying goodbye to 2022 (please imagine air quotes).

Although you cannot tell, this is a sunset photo, the last sunset of the year.

Pondering

Working through random thoughts on my 2022 life…from the ground up. No conclusions yet.

Rhyming winter

The meteorologists were right. We got snow overnight.

Again: we are lucky

We have all the wee colored lights on for this long night. Not so complex-long as in eastern Ukraine, for example, or cold-long as in the area under the Arctic Blast.

Mem-reez

Reaching back to August for the shot from the UP. Only about a quarter of our light string still illuminates. When the electricity is on. Which it is not right now. Note moon.

Anticipating brrrr

Turns out it is grass germination season. I suspect it won’t last. Beginning this weekend we’re to have lows in the teens and as low as 10. Not growing weather for plants.