This was the most colorful of today’s projects—making cubes of leftover coffee…leftover because my coffee-drinking partner is off on a quick jaunt to the Midwest, and I didn’t want to toss what I didn’t drink. Plus, he loves iced coffee, and what better cubes than ones made of coffee?
Meanwhile, one of his projects showed up (thank you, UPS guy wearing earbuds; maybe you’ll hear me this time). Clearly, someone at #Walmart was having a bad day. The box is about 34x17x14 (inches) and there are yards of brown paper packing. The closing tape has cross-strips, I guess because the initial down-the-flaps piece didn’t stick.
The contents? ONE windshield wiper blade. And, despite the fact that it would fit in the box without bending, the end was bent—just the package and not the wiper. That looks okay.
I texted The Guru about the arrival, and he said there were supposed to be two wipers. Will I see a twin Walmart package tomorrow?
Eye drawn to the sky again….
Still managed to spot this modern “Celtic cross.” Seemed sidelined in this location, side-yard, beneath porch windows.
If only I could get the focus point on the right part of the image….
When your vegetable garden is three plants and some herbs, harvest time is a Big Deal. While there are two tomato plants and one pepper plant in my garden-ette, one of the tomato plants is sacrificial. The strange anti-squirrel cage that I (over)built of ¼-in mesh hardware cloth is only big enough for one (hyper-folded) tomato plant. Besides, the squirrels are just darned aggressive.
Thnx for the photo, Guru, and for artfully posing the ’maters so they ALL look unblemished.
So, after the cloudburst this afternoon, the Guru and I went out to harvest. We’d been watching three tomatoes in the cage ripen, and yesterday I figured today would be The Day to Pick.
Turned out two of them have slug(?) holes and one of those two is half rotten. But the third has great color and is merely…not particularly large.
Poi-fect Guru photo; love that dangling droplet.
And there’s a green pepper coming on. It may be a poblano, judging by the shape. Or maybe not. I didn’t check the tag (too distracted by the easy weeding) and can’t remember.
The better image is this huge datura trumpet, with its insect occupant.
The better story is about the chive. When we were Up North this last time, the chives were in the fresh, soft bloom stage. I’m used to them later in the season when they’re crackly and not supple. Not quite as pretty, but still, they’re chives and compelling (personal memory lane).
So, when we were packing, I tucked a single chive bloom-stem in the car somewhere, and it made the transit to the Deep South, although the stem got crimped. I tucked it in a vase that I had posed decoratively on the divider, even though the stem came up and dog-legged down to the hanging bloom.
It has dried out more and more. The other day I noticed a cluster of black fat-specks below it. And a few more as the day went on. Then I figured it out. The seeds were finishing their seed cycle and trying to get ready for next season. More black seeds have accumulated. I think I’ll store them in a bit in the freezer for the winter, then plant them.
I don’t have much hope for germination/new plants, but I’ll experiment.
I slept in (as it happens), and we went for the urban exercise option instead of my usual dawn-time excursion (pant sweat sweat). This is a reflection. All of it. Strikingly clear.
This on a day when it went up to ONLY 89°F.
This morning the overcast from yesterday afternoon’s popup showers carried over, making the morning sky a tad gloomy. Not winter-gloomy, mind you, just different from a clearer morning….
Contrast that with a clear morning (day before yesterday), presaging a day of penetrating heat.
This morning I missed the red, orange, and gold tones…. As the day has worn on, we didn’t get a break from the heat/humidity, so no color and no break…sigh.
The no-longer-noisy cicada I found on the sidewalk didn’t make up for it.
So there I was, right in front of the fire station, trying with pre-dawn awkward fingers to get a shot of the facade with the door open and the firetruck sitting there in the ready position, when a fireperson hopped in the driver’s seat and powered it up and flipped on the lights!
Have you spotted the cat on the fence? Behind the right light-post? Stretched out like the owner of the property?
No popup showers today, and the afternoon sunshine broke up coming through the stained-glass window that has only clear glass…but beveled panels….
UPDATE: umhem, yes, we did have a popup shower…I was distracted, and forgot when I was typing earlier…fact is, the rain-time was brief and we mostly had sunshine….
I was out early, sweat sweat. Not bragging. It’s just the way it is. We got a pop-up shower yesterday, so steaminess conditions were/are elevated.
Like this atypically tall crepe myrtle very much. Most people butcher them periodically, leaving ugly stubs to generate new shoots. Nice to see that they can achieve heights taller than a one-story house.
Archaeologists use the term activity area for places where people do the same activities over and over. Think of kitchens…. Many types of activities have obvious and easily recognized suites of artifacts and features.
The upper photo features a front porch, a place for a wide variety of activities such as relaxing, child play, and perhaps shelling peas. This is a new porch, added to the house this spring…and it matches…nice. The second photo shows evidence of lots of ball-play. Look at all the different colors of balls! More relaxation activities….