Tuesday, 8 March 2022
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.
Sunday, 6 March 2022
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….
Thursday, 3 March 2022
I cannot grasp what the situation of the Russian people—and who else?—would be if VP and the oligarchs had not stolen so much wealth from them.
Wednesday, 2 March 2022
Totally grooving on this blue-purple. It’s an optimistic, positive color. March snuck up on me. There’s this gigantic, violent mess in Eastern Europe…🇺🇦☮️. I needed to find and enjoy that gorgeous hyacinth.
Tuesday, 1 March 2022
I’m pretty sure this is a Leucojum (genus) specimen.
I’m very sure that what Putin is having done in Ukraine is good for no one, including himself.
Sunday, 27 February 2022
🇺🇦 Ukraine’s flag colors seem very similar to those of the UnivMichigan. Ukraine strong azure: #0066cc; UMich blue #00274C. Ukraine yellow: #ffcc00; UMich maize: #FFCB05. [All websafe.]
Tuesday, 22 February 2022
We needed a high-quality leg-stretch today, and walked to the park. From the bridge we could look into the orchard. The weedy orchard. I think this overcast is exaggerated by a smear on my lens.
See? Also, note the aggressive green algae bloom. [Which our walking companion says was known as frog snot (was that it?) in the part of the rural Midwest where her husband grew up.]
Monday, 21 February 2022
I remember there are eleven hollies native to Georgia, although I may have the number wrong. I suspect this hedge is an Asian interloper. I thought it looked far perkier than the rain-weighted drooping daffodils I might have photoed.
Of course, the most famous holly of southeastern North America must be “Ilex vomitoria,” famously used by native peoples to make a beverage with a name translated as Black Drink. Which is what we call our morning coffee around here. Yes, incorrectly.
Saturday, 19 February 2022
We’ve watched a few minutes of Olympic competitions lately (and very little blah-blah filler), mostly curling, pairs skating, bobsled, and half-pipe. In the latter two, the competitors get more than one chance to perform, and the best score is the one that counts. My head is a bit dizzy with this to beat the best competitor so far and that to get a medal and this other to win the gold…that kind of thing.
Me, I have stats, too. I still think that my AppleWatch’s “Move” figure is the most useful metric for daily activity. And the threshold I like is based on basal metabolic rate (BMR;several websites estimate this), that is, a metric for being active beyond the minimum of just being alive (roughly).
I strive to have my Beyond exceed 40% of my BMR, and I prefer it to be above 43%. On active days, I’m over 46%, and super active, for me, is over 50%. These days, anyway.
