As to neighbors, D alerted us to step out the back door and listen and look skyward—Sandhill Cranes were passing overhead, announcing their presence.
As to neighborhood, we stopped at “our” hardware store for the Guru to collect some necessities, and I cruised the plant section. I didn’t expect to find flowers—yet here they are!
Guess even cops want to get the good stuff for their holiday feasting (see the WF sign back there?).
Also noticed: white masking-like tape was holding the plastic frame around the left front headlight….
I cannot remember the first time I ate pomegranate seeds. I certainly read about the fruit long before I saw it, and more references were of the tree than the fruit. I like the sweet-sour-ish taste very much, although I’m still a novice at the seed-pulp separation process.
Would have loved to see this sunshine today, but it was rainy all day. Such is winter here in this part of the piedmont (literally, foothills, from the Italian). The wind missed us, but it’s messy south of ATL—trees down, power outages.
The beautiful part of the day was the arrival of these sunflowers….
However, the strange part of the day was the GAA—the Great Anole Adventure. You see, we had a visitor, a bright green anole. I would have tolerated him/her longer…on the bathroom floor, but then I found her/him on the (kitchen) counter. Quite the athlete. Hmmm.
Not sure where she/he came from…but, hmm, we didn’t want her/him to…stay the winter with us…. So, there was a gentle capture that didn’t work, then a gentle capture that was a little more rigorous, and the anole is back outdoors.
End of story.
S-l-o-w-l-y, I’m beginning the prep for the coming Feast. These bread cubes (once organic loaves from the groc store) are mostly dried out. I’ll reload them in the bread bags tomorrow I suspect, ready for becoming dressing in a few days.
I’m still grooving on the golden leaves in the back yard (garden, British English).
Speaking of over the pond, I did a bit of research on brochs (auto-spell wisdom wants to make it brooches—a totally different thing) and wheelhouses today. Man, those archaeologists of Scotland’s past can nitpick. That’s a bit unfair; if they started with the data we have today, they’d generate a rather different initial interpretation (this is a constant problem/predicament in archaeo).
Backwards in time, that is. We’ve moved back to autumn. G-bye snow!
Whatta difference a day’s worth of driving makes…away from cold air and lake effects….
Whoa! screen needs dusting….
We splurged on a fancy room with a nice breakfast (relatively speaking), and lingered in the morning, so it was about 10am when we got the car loaded and fired up.
This is what it told us. And there was a chilling wind on top of that.
The highest temp we saw was 34°F*, and the lowest gas price was $2.479. We lost the snow about 20 miles into TN. !!
* Seemed warm at the time.
Let’s not discuss snow or cold (cold! like 17°F cold—and probably dropping lower; brrrr), I told myself. Let’s discuss something INdoors.
How ’bout index cards of notes from 1949?
In the end, I’m too fried to discuss anything, it turns out.
Regarding the first graf, it’s still darned cold out, but (think cheerful here) there’s not much snow. Regarding the second, the notes are in my grandfather’s hand….