Musings

We took the Foot and Droney to a monadnock south of the big monadnock, that is, Stone Mountain. We picnicked just over the crest in this view, in the shade of a pine tree. Just lovely.

Here I am taking the Foot to the summit. We could see the tops of a few of the tallest downtown buildings, and several closer watertowers over the treetops from the high point.
This is Diamorpha smallii.
Everything had a thin dusting of yellow pollen, and we could see a distinct pollen line above the current water levels in the puddles.
We have heard Dr. King talking about a mountain repeatedly over the last few days, so maybe that was part of the motivation. The particular destination was because of glowing reports from neighbors C and D, who visited separately during the last week…and the fact that Diamorpha is blooming.
Now we can say: we have been to the mountain.
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Not photo of Diamorpha smallii.
Today I researched where the public can visit at Los Alamos National Laboratory (not much, but you guessed that), and the physiology of the stonecrop/orpine* Diamorpha smallii.
* Yes, I looked these details up; you couldn’t tell, right? 😀
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I felt so special as I walked this petal-strewn sidewalk. Just for me, I thought laughing. Apple blossoms…pretty sure.

And I looped down a block I wasn’t planning to traverse to get pictures of a stunning pink dogwood. Many are kinda thin, but this one was glorious.
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In our micro-world, this afternoon’s spring flowers yielded to…

…serious new-season porch-socializing. At the cocktail hour. Requirements include wine and an appetizer…today, sharp white cheddar and crackers.
The apex of the requirements, however, are stories, laughing, and, most important, the people…that is: Friends, Neighbors, Not-Romans, Definitely Countrymen.
But maybe I’m not making sense. In that case, I had a great time this evening.
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Not technically a Palladian (not Palladium) window, since it doesn’t have the flanking windows that make a trio, only the central arched one.
What does a Palladian window have to do with Easter? What do ham dinners have to do with Easter? What does my life have to do with Easter?
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We had a blonde dinner. Before roasting, it was exceedingly beige. Know that we had big green salad with sliced tomatoes, too—so color there.
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The Guru can read me like a book.

Of course, he had a hint; we went to the BotGarden today.
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The last two days all these blossoms have been open. I keep catching the white out of the corner of my eye walking through the house, and it is so white and complete, my brain keeps identifying it momentarily as snow.
Nope.
And now it’s raining, and the blossoms will be all droopy tomorrow. And the car no longer will have a yellow cast from the pine pollen (for about two hours, maybe a bit longer).
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One activity area. Chalk project by a pre-alphabet kid…my hypothesis.

One large, fine, dandelion. If this is Taraxacum officinale, it’s a European import—and it probably is. And it’s an invasive species across North America, no?

Another Old World species, and another fine yellow specimen. Definitely not “gone wild” here, just “garden variety wild.” Heh.
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The botanist avoided magnolias for our yard (no super-protected place, as we were at the northern limit of their cold-tolerance)…but I remember one in town that our bus route went by, and I’d watch it through the spring. Love deciduous magnolias!

What’s this about a new human organ? How many centuries have people been doing research and surgery? Personally, I’m loving my interstitium*! Embracing my inner self!
* Spell-check currently does not know this word…. [Great irony and a small measure of sarcasm.]
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