Musings

Crystallographic tale

Crystals are…seductive? Otherworldly? [This image is presented approximately life-sized, if memory serves….]

Our word crystal derives ultimately from the Greek word for both “rock crystal” and “ice.” Very parallel.

Relatives

These plants, decorative in this area, mystified me (with my northern mental database) until I found them labelled somewhere. Now, I know them to be relatives of artichokes…sporting rather elegant dagger-leaves-of-green.

Looking back/forward

Our view through the garden to the rising sun…sooooo changed. Indeed, we might even be able to grow grass (!!!). For now, we’re just trying to get used to the increased light. [Guess that’s the same for the vegetation?] [Am I repeating myself?]

Trax, then…

The dangerous trees (in the insurance world) are off the property, gone or in pieces stacked in the street. However, serious compaction is left behind. Who are the next specialists we need to counteract this problem? Rrrr. Aerator consultants, perhaps?

Last one standing

Stubborn stob

Meet the stubborn stob (which I wanted to spell as staub, but I don’t think that’s a real word in English, although this posting program is accepting it—hmm, while it tries to change stob to stop—rrrr). The crew de-branched the stob yesterday, and they’re coming back tomorrow to take it down. Waah. But it has to go. We had a good run with these trees, and now a no-name storm has taken them from us (with the help of tree-removal teams).

Turn turn turn

Unwatered fountains look like something’s missing (duh fits, but it’s more than duh). We’re on the edge of the first raft of spring pollen, so I suspect fountains will flow soon.

This somewhat pineapple-y fountain is in Greenville EssCee, and no, it doesn’t turn.

Ahhh-chooo

We’re coming out of a run of cold days, and we’re headed for some lovely warm days before cold rolls in again. The warmth is enough to get the pollen going, in a bit of an ironic twist.

Viewshed

Clearly, our morning view is…clearer. I calculate five trees removed in the last few years.

Unexpected pleasures

Binging tonight on A Man on the Inside, the Ted Danson “vehicle,” mostly because we were up for a comedy. We’ve been…enjoying it. Really.

Chainsaw ballet

At 9:30 this morning, the leaner was still rooted to the ground—ish.

By early afternoon, the top was removed and both the leaner and the one that fell away from our house were mostly removed.

Shortly before the guys closed down for the day, the leaner’s stump was removed, and the one that fell was merely a stub of a sump.

The elegance and carefulness of the work crew was something to behold (pardon the passive voice).