Musings

Truck soup

Truck soup

I neglected to drive the truck around and let the breeze suck the leaves out, and then it rained. Making truck soup. With redbud bud garnishes.

Drained now; truck soup is in the past.

Failure

As in: failure to communicate. Spaced on blogging. Apologies.

Un-cadence

I’m still goofed up by the time change. Staying up late and waking early. REALLY goofed up.

Something’s changed

It got dark later. And light later.

And, we’ve had cold weather, into tomorrow. Lowest morning temps in thirteen months.

So sorry about these azaleas and all the other tender plant parts. Like fruit blooms.

Seasonable

Hard freeze and a time change. Welcome to this March weekend.

Note: seasonable may not seem reasonable.

Attempt from afar

There’s varied symbolism attached to white flowers. On this day I pick bereavement sympathy. I also read that white azaleas represent civility and restraint. That’s a stretch today, but, with great sincerity, I offer them up. 🇺🇦

Great fun

Went out for dinner. Not the way you may be thinking. Out was Athens, and we brought take-out with us to share.

On delay

I picked the photo & prepped it; I figured out what point I wanted to make…and then I faded into sleepiness…so: delayed post.

Such a messy job site; I feel for the neighbors. We had one of these for eight months or so down the block, although it was slightly less messy.

Since our first contract when Tree#1 fell specified even no cigarette butts would be left at day’s end, we realize the homeowner has some control over this.

Common name confusion

I saw these and thought the flowers looked rather like hyacinth blooms, and the effect was rather like bluebells. Came home and poked around on the internet, and it seems that hyacinths and bluebells are closely related, taxonomically—so: ta-dah! Of course, they seem similar. Especially, when strolling by….

Yawn

I can tell that morning is arriving earlier. It is the way of the world.