Saturday, 26 December 2020
I rather bundled up against the (presumed) cold, headed out, step step step, and after 2½ miles, well, deep exhale, I started shedding. Gaiter first, then pushed up sleeves of outer garment…then inner turtleneck sleeves…. Nice that it wasn’t as cold as yesterday!
Friday, 25 December 2020
At mid-afternoon during my walk, I had to look in the shade to find ice, but there it was: glazed puddles. Like a miniature world’s topographic image.
Thursday, 24 December 2020
Not surprisingly, I imprinted on my childhood and teen-hood seasons with respect to the calendar (in the Midwest), and based on that, we are now in winter, early winter, but still winter. Fully winter.
However.
Yes, um. Now I live in the piedmont Deep South. And here…well, December does not have ice storms and snowbanks…maybe a bit of white, but not sustained white. And white only perhaps umpf years out of every decade.
So, here we are: December on the calendar, with recently fallen (piedmont GA) oak leaves and lichen-decorated stone steps. So aesthetic.
So not winter in the Midwest.
Wednesday, 23 December 2020
I thought this was a thistle when I snapped it, but now I don’t. Perhaps a Crepis (hawksbeard) spp. Count me confused.
Tuesday, 22 December 2020
Nice, super-nice today! I wore shorts and a T for my mid-afternoon walk. Wonderful!
Purely temporary warmth, however; there’s talk of snow flurries on Friday evening. Of all things.
Sunday, 20 December 2020
Sorry, watching Richard Burton do his actor-magic for the camera for “The Spy Who Came In from the Cold” (released 1966), and I’m stealing/borrrowing the line…. And it has nothing to do with a yellow rose in a garden, truth told.
Thursday, 17 December 2020
I got this Wild Idea that I could selfie with the mistletoe in the top of this oak, and also show my wind-resistant head/neckwear. I see me and my garmentage, but somehow the mistletoe camouflaged itself. Squint: they’re there, just less dense than I expected.
Wednesday, 16 December 2020
I wonder if I can get a pardon from Prez l’Orange, perhaps for discussing the weather too often?
Stream of consciousness while listening to Rachel Maddow….
Monday, 14 December 2020
Sometimes sunlight and foliage are a truly magical combo. Those leaves are pointy gems.
* …without the painting part….
Thursday, 10 December 2020
I am so surprised to see this daisy hanging on in the face of seasonal-autumnal-transitioning-into-winter-ish (ish).
And pleased.