Thursday, 12 November 2020
Camelot is gone. It is of course a myth, and the name represents exceptional times, in the best sense.
If we had some Camelot-like elements to our society enduring after JFK, they’re gone now. A high-ranking official at the Cybersecurity and Infrastructure Security Agency says we had the “most secure” election in US history. And yet…yet…yet….
Wednesday, 11 November 2020
How to trace modern fads in landscape plants? Acer palmatum entered my consciousness long after childhood. I don’t know if I missed it and it was all around me, or if it’s become more common in the last three decades or so. Tremendous variation in leaf shapes, seems to me. I prefer the lacier ones, like this. Now, ivy, as in the background—that I remember from way back, especially adorning buildings.
Tuesday, 10 November 2020
There are a variety of ways to measure time using plants. Sometimes the plants are at odds. This tree is leaves-on.
And this is under a leaves-dropping tree.
Clearly, time is marked by leaf-dropping/holding behavior. In this wee scenario.
Monday, 9 November 2020
These chairs are not Dem/Rep color coded, I’m certain, because the yard had signs for four Dem candidates. Is the emptiness an invitation to the Pres- and VP-elect to have a seat? haha [Don’t think so.]
Sunday, 8 November 2020
Yesterday afternoon was sunshine and horn-tooting drivers on all the main streets in this neighborhood, and I assume beyond. Today was a bit overcast and I didn’t hear a single honk. Sunday respect?
I posted a photo perhaps six weeks back with a red Virginia creeper on a tree trunk, so I’m repeating a theme, but, geeze, doesn’t this look foine?!
Saturday, 7 November 2020
It’s well into November, folks, but it ain’t over.
Georgia voters: elect Ossoff and Warnock the first week of January in the run-offs, and turn the Senate Democratic to help Joe and Kamala enact legislation and policy For The American People.
Friday, 6 November 2020
I’ve been bee-smashed each of the last three days when I was out walking. That is, I think they were bees. My hypothesis is that bees are busy collecting (but not counting), and returning to bee-central—at an increased rate to prepare for winter-cold—and somewhere in that circuit one encounters meeee. It really doesn’t mean much, of course.
Thursday, 5 November 2020
This color is not a political statement; it’s just a pretty, pretty pink flower.
Found this sign today; new one on me.
Wednesday, 4 November 2020
I decided to be quietly civic to ameliorate my “razor-thin” stress. I thought I would find it calming to walk around the park and the lake. Pretty day.
I saw this plant and thought I’d try to work in something about a Banana Republic, but I couldn’t come up with anything clever…well, anything. Plus, the other day I read about plants that look (to my eye) just like a banana plant, but produce no bananas. So…look: foliage.
Tuesday, 3 November 2020
Just watched the clock flip to 7:00pm. Polls are closed…some places…and people are still in line to vote…some places…and will vote. Other states, other time zones, other rules.
And the counting staff are busy. And serious. Thankfully.