You’ve seen my earliest blooming daffodils. This is from the second wave. They’re in front, and I planted them originally along the walkway to the front door. Now there’s a different walkway, a bit farther from the house, and the daffodils still come up, in front of the azaleas. They have stereotypical daffodil blooms, while the first-wave ones are a bit…fancier, with extra ruffles in the central orange part. I think.
You know it’s a long story. The short version: mango or orange. Technically: orange vs mango.
Now, why the orange is…more vibrant than the mango…I’m not sure.
You’re an adult. You figure it out.
How good are you at recognizing a fish by its scales? Clue: this one was found in a (big, international) grocery store.
I didn’t buy him, selecting instead from the tuna steak and sushi-grade salmon.
Identified on the sign as “yellow carp” my guess is this is Cyprinus carpio, and it was farm-raised. And if WikiPee has it right, this is on the “Worst Invasive Species” list. And, may I say, dead (so not invading). Supposed to be tasty stewed in red wine.
I snuck out between raindrops and found this waterlogged honeysuckle, with, um, stalwart blooms.
I was just telling the Guru yesterday that the afternoon light persists noticeably longer, and found out this morning (do I live in a bubble or something??) that we will undergo our spring-forward time change this weekend.
* That is, by some calculations. Your results may vary.
Is true wealth a huge assortment of sandwich condiment choices?
I realized that most of the quince blossoms I had thought were frosted to death are blooming! And going from brown to bloom ever so fast!
I find myself not trusting a word out of Putin’s mouth after getting through all of season 2 of Spacey’s House of Cards.
But maybe I would have before I saw it, too….
Quince blooms, captured using the macro.
Chilly overnight will threaten these…survivors….
In the very low 70°Fs today—hard to believe. Soooo very nice. Rain and cooler (only way we can go, pretty much) tomorrow, and (at least the cooler part) for a while.
I experimented with That Lens Thingy again. I love these dots on this Gail-cup. Punctates I’d consider calling them, if I were in an archaeology lab. Or maybe not, since the vessel is glazed.
Is punctation situational?
Backnote: I’ve been looking at (drawings of) Copper, etc., Age pottery from I guess you’d call it Southeastern Europe lately. More tall vessels than I’d expect.
Tried to get a shot of a quince bloom, since I thought they were all fried by the weather (but they aren’t!), but had to resort to the larger camellia for a usable shot. I guess I need more practice with the new Guru lens macro doo-hickies.
I’m always interested in where words come from. Some have stories that reduce me to giggles (at least inside). For example, reading in Nadeau and Barlow’s The Story of French (2006, pg. 102; French words are italicized), I read:
Gofer (gopher) is a deformation of gauffre (waffle), which described the waffle-like holes that prairie dogs dug.
I think both gopher and prairie dogs elevate the rodents’ profiles…and sound more upscale than some rodent names like rat and nutria—but definitely not others like mouse and chipmunk (the latter perhaps a corruption of an Ojibwe/Chippewa/Anishinaabemowin word).