Sunday, 26 February 2023
These magnolia petal carpets seemed a little too slippery and ever so slightly depressing, so we headed out of town. I exaggerate.
Nevertheless, we did go see Olive and her sister Hazel and their people. We had a lovely, lazy Sunday afternoon visit.
Saturday, 25 February 2023
No plays today, one-act or longer. No especial content of any kind. Just a branch of wee flowers.
Friday, 24 February 2023
Every once in a while, my dear friend KW offers little one-act plays, based on an experience du jour, on her daily blog. I thought I’d give it a try.
Setting: I’m walking west in a residential area, down a slight slope, toward a complex junction, with many stop signs to keep things safe. And no sidewalks.
The action: Coming toward me is a white Land Rover. I watch the driver slow a bit, and roll through two stop signs perhaps six car-lengths apart, then continue motoring toward me.
I decide to move to the center of the road, and wave my arms. I was ready to jump out of the way if the driver kept coming at me. But, he did slow and roll down the right window to ask…
Can I help you?
I just watched you blow through two stop signs!
I know. I live in this neighborhood. I’m in a hurry.
And: Hey…I live here, too! At least he stopped, took a reasonable tone of voice, acknowledged his behavior, and didn’t get angry. And still: he ran two stop signs. Yes, no other traffic, but but but.
And a Pretty while you negotiate the crowds and exit down the aisle. 🤣
Also, that isn’t the vehicle in the play, if you haven’t figured it out.
Thursday, 23 February 2023
Here’s a flower with a common name that corresponds to the scientific name—the genus. It’s alyssum. This eliminates one of the problems of common names…that they aren’t as “exact” as scientific names.
Except…
…in this case, the flower has been reclassified by the taxonomists, and it’s no longer in the Alyssum genus. It’s now Lobularia maritima. Yay science.
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!
Monday, 20 February 2023
On this day in 2020 we took a ferry jaunt with nephew dos, so we were in Seattle, then we left Seattle, then we returned. Covid fears hung over us, and we ate outdoors at a burger place on the island the ferry took us to (and away from). We still live under Covid’s shadow. And that then HS kid is now in college. A lovely memory….
Sunday, 19 February 2023
Sometimes, sometimes, vegetables are art.
BTW, these are eggplants.
Saturday, 18 February 2023
Sometimes, an onion is just an onion. Even if it’s purple. And even if purple is considered red.
Friday, 17 February 2023
I’m characterizing today as an urban blur. It wasn’t really, of course; it was just a misleading perception. So, instead, I’ll focus on this crepe myrtle bark…so many layers of beige and brown and reddish-brown…like a landscape of multiple ranges of misty mountains…or a tasty, seared slab of salmon filet. [The latter was part of our Friday-night menu. Yummy.]