Monday, 11 June 2007
Or maybe I should say (write): rainfall arrives on little cat feet*….
We got enough rain early this evening to soak in about half an inch where the soil wasn’t hard-packed. It was the first rain here at the house in I don’t know how long. The Guru’s dad had a sprinkle at his house in Buckhead on Friday, but none fell here.
I’m still saving sink water for the plants….
* Thank you, Carl Sandburg.
Wednesday, 6 June 2007
These brilliant poppies are embedded in what looks like orchard grass; we found them in a Michigan ditch last week (plenty of rain there this year). Here it’s just plain hot and dry; we’re watering our favorite plants with the dishwater. I felt guilty doing a load of wash knowing the graywater was going down the sewer. Well, those in south Georgia, lower down the Chattahoochee need it too, I guess—at least, that’s my understanding of where our treated sewage ends up….
Sunday, 3 June 2007
Played hooky today and headed for northeast piedmont GA, where the rains came last night (is that why the hummers were so busy?), but had gone by the time we arrived. ATL got nary a drop.
levigate
to reduce something to a fine powder or paste
Tuesday, 22 May 2007
Last night we went for a late-night walk, between nine and ten, enjoying the clear night and pleasant temps. This morning I got up and noticed a vague smoky odor, which I couldn’t pin down. I thought it might be the Guru breakfasting but 1) it was only 6:50 am, and 2) it didn’t smell like toast.
Around 9 am I took some kitchen-water out to the desiccating hostas and azaleas, and then I really smelled the smoke. I finally caught the local TV weather-dude revealing useful information; he said that our quiet air patterns have the trapped smoke from the fires south toward the GA-FL state line in our part of the state. Whew! Must be just awful down there.
Oh, and the picture? When was the last time you noticed the climbing pegs on a power/telephone pole? And this one was right in-town.
Friday, 18 May 2007
We’ve moved into the gardenia phase of spring-changing-into-summer, and our front garden smells terrif—sorry there’s no iTunes of such lovely scents!
Wednesday, 16 May 2007
I think we’ve gotten enough rain only to moisten the top layers of soil. Still, it’s better than just hot, dehumidifying sun.
Monday, 7 May 2007
”Boo-berries” are just beginning to get some color over by Pine Mountain (well, the potted ones, anyway).
Wednesday, 25 April 2007
Label on the famous Bigfoot RMJ camper.
I know Robert and Mary Jo because years ago, Robert was my boss at a long-gone plant nursery on the outskirts of Portland (Oregon). I only worked there one summer, and only part of that ’cause I headed back to Michigan to attend KayakWoman’s wedding to the GG, held in the sunshine on the beach near Brimley. Because I went to KW’s wedding, I missed R&MJ’s.
That fall I continued to work for Robert, planting trees on a sloping field a few miles from the nursery. That time is a blur, for the most part, but I remember working bent over in misty rain, knees embedded in soft, dark brown, slightly moist soil, hands in gloves, placing bare-root trees in their new homes.
Wednesday, 18 April 2007
Even though the post office lady helped that disturbed student get a zip code for his “manifesto” package (sent between shooting sprees and before the one he knew would be his final one), they still managed to get an incorrect code, and it took more than one wrong one before it was corrected, so it only arrived at NBC today. Irk.
Me? Lovely day, walked to the Bot Garden, but not in. Lots of fleurs, including this elegant iris.
Saturday, 7 April 2007
I watched the digital outdoor thermometer drop from 30.2°F to 29.8°F around 7:15 this morning, tying the low record for the day. “Unseasonably cold” doesn’t adequately describe it! Fortunately, it’s breezy enough that nothing has apparently frozen. I hear of snow flurries in the mountains and northern suburbs. Brrrrrr!