Wednesday, 15 March 2023
Looks like the azaleas might make it through the cold snap(s). More below freezing temps coming in the wee hours tonight (too). This is sunset, today. [A local meteorologist suggested that March may be colder on average than February this year…yikes.]
Tuesday, 14 March 2023
Weather watch post again…our primary azalea display is on the cusp of full-on extravaganza, yet we are expecting six hours of below-freezing temps just before sun-warmth arrives tomorrow. Fingers crossed endurance triumphs.
Friday, 3 March 2023
We waited and waited for today’s excitement. Wind blasted us before the front came through with rain, wind and more wind. This was the height of it at 5:22pm. We are glad the excitement has left us with merely regular Friday evening delights. [Probably the fifth White Lotus of season one.]
Wednesday, 1 March 2023
Today. No precip, and no skyscraper tops.
In contrast: this was yesterday. The long view….
And, back to Monday, here’s another clue as to the bench removal from another bench in the same park. This suggests that the wooden slats are failing (rotten), and that’s why benches were removed. However, why not take this bench, too? Was the truck full? Were they out of replacement slots? The mystery continues.
Wednesday, 22 February 2023
The weather’s split today. We have warm, and the north (my former home and summer home) has vicious cold and wind and snow snow snow and snow and ice.
BTW, this is one of the few palms (or palm-like plants) I’ve seen that didn’t get zapped to total brown by our three-days-below-freezing bout earlier this winter.
Tuesday, 21 February 2023
I saw the pre-dawn light was…nice…special…and snapped this. Later in the morning, the light…dimmed, with grey cloud-cover…followed by…rain. By late afternoon, light returned. Yay!
Wednesday, 15 February 2023
On my two-mile afternoon roam, I caught a bit of sprinkles, but it didn’t last, thankfully…and I forged on…the stoic (and transplanted) Midwesterner.
’Tis the rainy season, after all.
I do enjoy these blooms, very seasonal…called snowflakes. Without the cold, haha.
Sunday, 12 February 2023
Heavy frost this morning made beautiful art on our windshield, where the arc of the wiper met the smear of the last glass cleaning endeavor…such striking geometrics.
Later, at the famous Monteagle, in high-elevation Tennessee, we found the last snow of our trip. It’s all about altitude….
Home safely; however, no late-day photos. Too busy unloading, followed by making dinner instead of take-out (our typical post-trip choice), as we figured every take-out place in town would be slammed on this particular Super Evening.
Yawn. Much love, and good night.
Saturday, 11 February 2023
Dawn.
Milwaukee River.
Chicago.
Dusk.
I associate “Blue Skies” with Willie Nelson, but of course, it’s an Irving Berlin song dating to 1926. Willie’s got some years on him, but not that many, and he’s written some splendid songs, but not that one.
Wednesday, 8 February 2023
Dawn came clear and cold, and colorful.
From mid-morning on, we heard drip drip drip, and the occasional swoosh of snow falling off the roof. The deck is now snow-and-ice-less, even…although the fields remain totally blanketed.
I’m enjoying being here in a February warm spell.
The title refers to cherry pie worries. Tonight: no pits. It is the final no-pits, as the pie is now fully consumed.