Musings

Episcopal right-angles

Flashing church tower

It’s about the flashing.

Photo is from the other day because it’s record-breaking hot here and I have a case of the summer-crud. No temperature, so I’m only slow and cough-sniffly. Only, haha.

Friday mumble

Coneflower bumblebee

Commuter today means someone who commutes usually toward downtown from less-downtown, regularly, for economic reasons, usually employment. That is a slight change from its original meaning, which referred to someone who went back and forth (that part’s the same), and so bought a pass—multiple tickets for a reduced price. The commuting referred to a reduction in the per-ride price from buying multiple tickets up front—the combined payment was the “mut” part….

This may not make any sense. Commune with the bumblebee and it may become clear.

Regular and irregular patterns

Brexit stepping stones

This probably sounds strange, but I looked at the brick pavers and the borders in this verge-walk and thought of the Brexit pre-voting polls, which suggest an even split among voters. We shall see what they do (46.5 million potential voters—we’ll also see what the turn-out numbers are). What I have heard from card-carrying economists suggests “IN” is the wiser choice. On the emotional front, however, it’s far more complicated. I had a similar reaction to the recent Scotland vote (economic vs emotional).

Off lawn parking

On a totally different note, I found this off-lawn parking “lot” on a street I don’t usually check out in my morning prowls. That’s some colorful plastic!

Astronomical notes

Morning moon

Yeah, we’ve just had the summer solstice, and when I was out early this morning I saw the moon in a murky sky…

Sunrise twilight

…and later, the sunrise twilight in a slightly cloudy sky.

By chance, I also read an article this afternoon about spiral symbolism among prehistoric southeastern North American peoples…related to sunrise/sunset, east/west, and other astronomical aspects.

I don’t usually think about the skies other than “that’s pretty” and “rain’s coming” superficial thoughts……although even with this circumstantial proving you likely won’t catch me learning constellations and so on.

Separators

Closed shop

I was separated from this display by the windows of the shop; it was closed and the flowers highlighted by a chandelier serving as a security light. Class.

Urban maize

Here the separator is the white picket fence…protecting a small stand of maize that has survived marauding raccoons, cats, rats, and opossums.

Garden pottery reflection

The separator here isn’t visible. The pot is about four feet above the sidewalk in a little garden patio-tableau with a table and chairs; the pot sports a good reflection of the overcast sky. So the subtle separator is the retaining wall for the patio.

Rarities

Temp high 60s

These rarities are situational. Temps in the 60s, even the high 60s are unusual these days. Sooooo glad to have it to walk this morning. Temps will rise into the 90s the rest of the week (summer?), so overnight likely won’t get this cool again for a while.

Parsley umbel

When parsley blooms, this is what it looks like. Pretty, no? Usually it’s picked before this stage, or most of us don’t even bother to grow it, as it bolts so quickly.

What’s your choice?

Fern night Caladium leaf detail

Flash or backlit? Fern or caladium?

Which tickles your stomata? [It’s theoretical; I do know that you don’t have them.]

Of shoots

Nascent bamboo forest

The panda house…workers cleared the yard of bamboo a month ago (we assume a new owner or hopes of a sale—but no for-sale sign), and festooned the slope with pine straw. I wondered. They did not remove the roots, and the bamboo flourishes.

Fennel flower

And the fennel by the front stoop is blooming.

Mid-season…product(?)

Domesticated blueberries

These blueberries began to ripen the other day, and now either the person-owner or the birds and critters have thinned the ranks. Usually, this person-owner covers the plants with a cloth to remove the opportunity for poaching.

Young redbud pods

This crop is…well, I don’t know if it’s edible. These are nascent redbud pods (it’s leguminous). The light was glorious.

Not in Cornwall

Chihuly is not garden

Bending reality…Chihuly is a glass artist…his pieces have an…organic presence, but not a REAL organic-ness, merely a lovely imitation thereof.

Tripping over my words (and ideas) here, but I trust you get my drift (photo from the other day).

Plz do not ask me to explain the title; I cannot; it’s a whim; I am not living in Poldark.